Douleurs

(d’esprit) She laughed, and I noticed for the first time that her right front tooth was slightly chapped at the middle. It was too small that you had to look hard to see it, and maybe that was why I was just noticing it even after all the staring I’ve been doing on her face. …

Grá

The sun was much bigger and brighter than the moon. This was a hopeless case, really. How could such a lifeless piece of rock ever compare to the brightest star it could see in the entire vastness of space? The moon also could never let itself forget that it was not at all alight. Everyone …

Necklace

The sound of running water sliced through the bathroom’s dead silence. I rubbed my hands well, trying to ignore the stare I could feel boring into the side of my face. I could see from my peripheral vision the silhouette of a woman, but what made me feel uncomfortable was that she just stood there …

Similar

How similar are all the storiesOf the people.Of their everyday lives,And the not-so-everydayDays wrapped in knivesOr days wrapped in velvet;A coat of tufted fabric;A coat of bloodBright with sacrifice. You cannot have everything,Neither can I. Children get worseWhen they float high. But, I am willingTo compromise. Come, I’ll sing youA lullaby.Twinkle TwinkleDon’t you cry.I am …

Drift

I’m trying to grasp a pile of sand and take it off shore. But, I’m a boat. I’m a small wooden boat no one would use. My wooden boards are chapped and cracked, uneven, and barely holding together. I was imperfectly made, and time and humidity decided to take their toll on me and make …

Chunky peanut butter

Hello My name is Chunks and I am a lump of chunky peanut butter. Ever since I was a little peanut, everyone has loved my sister, Skips, who’s also a lump of peanut butter. I love her too, of course. I have to. She’s my sister. The difference between us is that I’m too full …

Mirai

Mirai, when you come,What gift do you plan to get me?Do I matter? Am I too tinyfor you to seeWhen I’m tired?When I’m drenched in sweatAnd tears?When I’m dirtied with the bloodfrom the wounds ofCold and fear? Will you love me backIf I gave up all these thingsJust for you?If I gave up love?And stopped …

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