Dreaming of

Flawless skin – unscarred by time,

Eyes mirror the endless sky.

Tragedy? here but no pain.

Pain hurts and scars and ruins, yet

It has to be realistic.

Dreaming of

Hair like silken light, shining,

Euphonious voice; also

She weeps but don’t worry so–

It is all for show because

It has to be realistic.

Anyway

Dreaming of

Hands that heal – “thank you,” they cry.

Feet that dance on paths o...

The thin, trembling instance — a crack in the delirium —

descends

cold as iron, twice as heavy.

Each object a dissonant note in this

incongruous melody of color.

It stabs my brain.

The sky _glares_ down,

flat and inane:

a blank sheet spread across the horizon.

Trees jut upwards, branches too deliberate —

each lead _screaming_ in it’s own geometry.

The shoes earlier tossed into the corner look...

I snuck out before nighttime fully arrived to make sure I had extra time. I wasn’t allowed to do this after all.

I needed this win. For the car I completely totaled yesterday and to fit in at my new school.

$2,000. All I had in my pocket.

The room had blazing lights and it burned my eyes and seared my brain. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. I got this.

One bet is all it takes. All on red.

-...

The planets shifted up and down, and left to right. They would be beautiful until the very end.

The sky’s are no longer grey but rather an intoxicating mix of rainbow hues. My cat’s fur stayed the same dark black it always was — absorbing the light and letting none out.

My cat didn’t look at me; it was captivated by the clashing of planets up ahead. I’ve failed. At my duty, role, and only purpos...

Always on the top.

Since I was a child, I was always the best. I _am_ the best.

Yes, my dad never cared much for me, and my mom is always too busy drinking and shopping, but I have my friends.

These friends are beautiful, stylish, and extremely wealthy. The popular kids, if you can call it that. They aren’t mean — just brutally honest.

I’m grateful when they point out the new shoes I begged m...

It starts with a small spark

Just a few burns

Just a few thousand tears

And her arms around me.

With every passing day,

Her arms grow a little bit weaker

And a little bit tighter.

But still, the flames grow closer.

Some of my friends were incredibly burnt.

They didn’t have her.

Some others were lightly singed —

They had him and her.

I tried my best to apply ointment,

Giving space to heal and

...

we catalogue the flowers

by color

by softness

by how long they lasted.

we didn’t care when

they wilted with time.

the sun followed us once,

we thought it was a blessing

or love,

now it just lingers

beating harshly against our backs.

past years,

bees forgot their way

and the petals made new sounds

i’ve never heard before.

our notes are still here,

but the lines blur.

our hands ache,

and the pa...

I was created for one sole purpose: death. Causing death, more specifically. It was for that reason I was put through trials in order to prepare for each mission. My target’s favorite color? No idea. But his darkest secrets? Those I knew well. Those I lived through. It’s cruel — in a way, as I did to him what _they_ did to me. It’s cruel. But it had to be done.

Because only one of us can suffer m...

“What are you looking for?” I asked the young lady who barged in. She had a large bag slung over her shoulder bulging with misshapen miscellaneous items stuffed inside. From this distance, I could make out some tissues, a laptop, a second phone, and half-opened makeup palettes although she didn’t wear any cosmetics on her face.

Her eyes finally darted over to mine and she didn’t finish registerin...

When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further.

When I was little, I used to reach down through the dirt, pushing just a little further to touch the earth’s pulsing core.

I was jealous of those who could stretch more — who were closer to feeling the wonder of the universe...