They walk together hand-in-hand. He savors what they have. His best friend. Her pale skin glows in the moonlight.
She’s so striking.
Shaking the thought out of his mind, he turns to her,
“Tell me something.”
“I love you,” she lilts.
Read moreShades of Blue
I was blue before you
And I was blue after you
I thought that if I gathered you in my hands,
I would find a way to piece you together
Read moreThe Garwood Line
Summit is on the Garwood line; I don’t know why I need to double check every time. Summit is always on the Garwood line. Summit will always be on the Garwood line.
Read more"The Fall of my Heart," A Poem
The Archer falls the moment, he releases the Arrow, the Arrow of Knowledge strikes at the center of my Heart.
Read moreAlison
A drop of the jaw in awe; A. A tap of the tongue behind teeth where it and gums meet; li, the sound of sex where the mouth’s roof and tongue make love; s, to a feisty halt of clenched teeth, on.
Alison.
My love. My princess.
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RUST: A Short Story
This girl with hair like fresh rust and translucent skin like skim milk. Was she a transfer student? New to the neighborhood? Why hadn’t she stood up at the beginning of the year and announced her name, birthday, and favorite animal like the rest of us?
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