wake up, he'd said, she remembered, in a dream, awakening reality, and herself within it, and the feeling lingered, all morning she saw through the translucent world, as slowly opaqueness returned, in the afternoon, falling asleep, again
it’s raining and there are four people huddled in the living room under a tin roof, and the rain droplets pound down like our hearts, thudding loudly, this friday afternoon
there isn’t enough room for a fireplace and i think it’s growing colder with each breath i shudder to take, but i like to imagine that if all the broken pieces of our hearts could be fitted together into one a spark might, in the dark, ignite enough to keep us warm for just tonight
water the plants first the dying then the healthy but you've forgotten which one is which or just haven't paid attention so the dying wilts away leaves turn to a frown as green turns to brown you smile away at your green succulent as the other fades to mold
at a pastel pool i saw you in the ripples of the tide. you gave that winning smile but i was too busy skimming stones to fall for that trick again. the ground shifted and the water rippled in every direction. until, i stood facing you in faded technicolor. the red of my cheeks began rolling down my face like blood soaked tears and my skin grew even paler and the gold of my hair shed, leaving me a white haired medusa. i think you laughed but i couldn’t be sure. you are bright and alive now and laughing heartily on the banks. i do not know you, truly.