Chopin Nocturne#2Chopin Nocturne #2
She lays a her hand down, a caress on inhale, and tentatively pushes the key in. Memory returns, an ebbing tide revealing the silver sand below. Her left hand joins, just as hesitant, with kisses of its own. Fingertips dance, butterflies against the white ivory. The memory continues until discord; the sound sharpens and flattens, falling upon deaf tones, and the echo in the room clatters to a halt. She breathes out, remembering to cycle. Her hand strokes the surface before rippling and trying the refrain again and then again.
She is a ghost hovering over the polished black wood, white reflection staring back at
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My child, what have you done?
I couldn't help myself. It was so beautiful. I had to feel it break beneath my fingers; its blood slick my hands, my tongue, my throat. I had to have it in my mouth. I tore at it with my teeth, peeling the skin from the bone. Like jewels, its life dripped from my tears and my scratches. They welled and slithered and dropped. Incandescent beneath the harsh light of where I had caught it. Such a beautiful creature now withered in my hands . and Father?
You want to know the most delusional part of it?
At that moment my vision became clear. Light shown down up
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wrapped her womb in the
wool of late night yearnings
that I feel the press and
heavy weight of sadness
An ugly plague
Sir La Mort has touched
time and time again-
It catches me with bone fingers
Twined into my spine
He kisses my cheek with soft caress.
You wicked devil.
I kiss him back
desert upon my lips.
DreamsI saw hell last night.Dreams5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My demons sat around laughing at the heart I had.
Don't you know? Friendship is giving yourself- all of yourself- to everyone but yourself so you are empty on the inside. You are such a selfish thing for holding on to your desires and wants.
They sneer at me; their claws click across my cheeks. They pluck the tears from my eyes and roll them against each other in a game of shimmering jacks. The winner wins the golden sparrow bird, fluttering and sputtering in my ribcage.
The chatter and snarl of my demons silence as the tink of a tear hit the last brink of hell before we become nothing. Tink for every heart I've bro
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color faded from her body,
but those blue eyes still shine.
Her skeleton fingers reach
She wants the snow to come,
begging for the blush of white to cover
her naked body.
B o n e S a i l e rB o n e S a i l e rB o n e S a i l e r9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Here I lay between cotton and skin. Bones and ash of what was and what is to become.
I harbor names, like ships they sail into my mouth and mind. My own has flown far away on western winds. My time has slipped from my g r a s p.
I cannot wait here for it to return to me.
Nameless among faceless greedy hands that grindgrindgrind against me gnawing like teeth. My bones were given to another and I am rebuilt.
Polycarbonate skeleton, like my bike I am custom factory made.