“This cup of cold coffee is barely keeping me awake,” Sandra said, yawning with her hands planted firmly on the steering wheel. Sandra glanced over, then returned… Read more “Reward Money”
Category: pov
We’re Done
(Published at Spillwords) The thought of love without himshifts the ground beneath her feet.Whatever he meant, he said it instead.A cool breeze pulls her ponytail southbound,and tears… Read more “We’re Done”
Love Returns in November
An autumn breeze ruffles the curtains,flickering rays through the window,separating evening shadowswell before the alarm clock does its thing.I was staring at the ceiling, hardly sleeping,hardly breathing… Read more “Love Returns in November”
The Invitation
Mark is the black sheep of the family and thinks the government monitors cell phones, so he never called. But when Ben receives a letter with an… Read more “The Invitation”
Scarier Than Night Terrors
Her skeletons cluttered my closet.I’m buried in her lust;tripping over trust,lost in seclusion, rattled bylucid confusion in a photoof her standing next to him. I’m fighting her… Read more “Scarier Than Night Terrors”
Our House
It’s a house on the hillthat we can’t afford to build.My lips of misery shoutthrough the skeletons rattlingwarning signs in my closet.I sealed my heartwith a ball… Read more “Our House”
Feelings of Love
She called Sunday morning,promising love for the sakeof avoiding an argument.I drummed my fingers on my desk,waiting for my consciousto speak with shrieks and sobs.But it cracked… Read more “Feelings of Love”
Lies Before October
The way your eyes drift downwardattached to a sighwhen a lie escapes your lips meltsthe chivalry that flutters in my heartthrough the stars,in your ocean blue eyes.The… Read more “Lies Before October”
Farmer’s Autumn Death
I was a kid when I sat on your knee,riding through bumpy fields on your tractor.I giggled with anticipation and fear,holding the steering wheel.I admired you.I measured… Read more “Farmer’s Autumn Death”
Colorful Arrangement
Flowers at your mother’s funeralpaint the brightest shade of blue.A smile tugs at the corner of yourmouth, knowing I couldn’t be whatyou need of me.It’s a death… Read more “Colorful Arrangement”
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