MonophobiaYour hand found my heart with ease,Monophobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just as your words always found cracks in weakened armor,
and with the same fluidity that constantly drew my gaze,
filling me with childish need atop the comfort of company,
even if lonely:
we were never ones to stand individually.
Then you play my heart strings,
with the skill of devoted pianists and the poise
of Egyptian princes,
garbed in such confidence I have no choice but to move my lips
to words hummed beneath your steady breath;
the words my heart stammers over,
as weak a fool as ever.
Necessities mash like fevered lips,
merging us as one being,
one entity of which to rejoice with proclamations of fragile love.
and when our lips do make war,
I kiss you into my own oblivion,
drawing you deeper inside me to dwell and comfort,
though you decay fleshly walls
and expanding sacks of breath,
a bloody clash of love producing broken wills and such
mangling us further towards impending destruction:
NOT COLDI was running down the stairs, when I bumped against this familiar stranger. I said sorry, but all I got was a cold glare. Who does he think he is? I said sorry. Oh, never mind.NOT COLD5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"Hurry! Next class is about to start and it's on the other side of the campus!" Jenna yelled bitchily in her high-pitched annoying voice.
"Coming!" I exclaimed, as I rushed down faster. Jenna's a friend. Well, almost. We have four classes together so we kind of walk together to next classes. "Who's that guy again? In history class, the quiet one who aced the test earlier?"
There it goes again, that glued smile and the waves to everyone we pass by. Is she running for council president or something? Haven't heard of that. "You talking to me?" she said and continues the waving thing.
"Uh, yeah. Who else?"
"What was that again?" she asked as she tilted her head.
"I said who was that "
"Oh, hi Jenn and what was your name again?" this Clark guy just popped out of nowhere and barged in.
BirdLeave me, I said in song.Bird4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your shadow fell over my snapped wings and I knew you would do me no good. My first fear was that you'd step on me. I'd be crushed under your heel and you would not even take a feather for remembrance of our short accident.
But instead, you plucked me from the ground.
My tiny heart might have shattered from my second fear (that you would devour me) but you stroked my wilting feathers and promised protection. I was too weak to resist as you carried me away.
My mother warned me about your kind. She told me the horror stories of what your people have done. She said you only wanted one thing: to break us.
But I forgot that as you began your clumsy attempt to heal. It hurt the way you touched me. You said it was a good pain. It showed how alive I was. It was strange to measure life in pain, so I showed you an alternative.
It impressed you. I could tell. So I sang every night, while you prodded my hollow bones.
One day, you weren't there. You could ha
a memoryI remembered the afternoon I called you,a memory3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curled on my bed with someone's good book
in my palm, nestled softly in the waning light
and under my gently roaming fingers
the baby moved not to my hand-touch,
but inside, an insistent flutter,
not like the swiftly beating heart
on the doctor's monitor, not like the slow
appearance of a plus-sign on a drugstore test.
I called you, my gently rolling daughter's
mother's mother. I called you like the woman
standing at my back while I held the kite string
on a pushy spring day, the diagonal shape so
far above us I could only feel the jerk of the
cord around my fingers, holding us to earth.