She’s someone. Your sister, mother, daughter, yes. But more than that – she’s someone. She has a line deep in her bones that takes us back. And she doesn’t belong to you, or with … she’s someone. You can carve her up, invade her – she’s someone. You can lift your virgins and trample your whores. She’sContinue reading “She’s Someone (let me remind)”
I shouldn’t think of you still. The science says 6 months to two years. And yet. The thought of whisky and ice, and your- … add one more night to the leaning.
I suppose it’s a bit like locking the door – then twisting the handle three or six times, just to check it’s binding. You know what you’ve done, but that doesn’t mean you feel it. You need something beyond the knowing of it. Something to click in the deepest part. The ancient part. I knew all along you were wrongContinue reading “Sentient”
I’ll know, she says, when he says – come here. The space he’ll make in the crook of his arm. The trick, she adds, is to accept the invitation. With time, the most foreign place can feel like home.
You don’t. The accumulation, the little gatherings. You open your arms wider to them. You hold one more, and close. You don’t. Fingers and slipping. Everything that falls through – you never knew how. Always scooping up the love at your feet. Until it is back again, and overflowing. You don’t let go. You let.Continue reading “You don’t let go”
I was crazy about you. … You got that right, kid. ♥ Her heart is a mosaic, full of cracks and flaws. Seen clearly from a distance. And so very beautiful up close ♥
Would you do it all again? If. If you had the chance to go back with what you now know, with what you’ve gained from all of that losing. Would you use what you have to change what you had? Would you start with the girl drinking tequila from the bottle, the way she thinks hisContinue reading “What you had”
Sorry? Am I really here again? Standing on a dark street, lip bit, trying not to cry? Am I really here, in heels too high for the slippery streets and the shaking? Why’s it always raining when my heart gets broken? (there’s no denying – half a year got me half way there.) And now you’ve gone and left meContinue reading “Sorry?”
8.17 PM It’s not as if she hadn’t considered this. If she’s honest with herself, and there really isn’t any point in lying now, not with his chest pressed against her back, and his hand resting against her hipbone. She’s staring at the wall, staring at the particular hotelness of this room. The textured wallpaper, theContinue reading “All this time (5)”
Here lie the bones of our beginning. No flesh pressed around them, no strained muscle or arched, aching nerve asking to be felt, to be seen. Just bones, bare. A scattering of calcified possibility, clean and cold, with no cracks through. Through. The only way out is through they say, but sometimes the ending happens tooContinue reading “me – and you”