Black is mysterious. She attends work every day in a scandalously fitting dress, the hem dangerously high above the knee. Her shoulders are back and her head is held high. Her hair feels gelled in a slick back in a ponytail, gripped by the tightest hair elastic. Continue reading
I kissed those bloody
Lips stained with unfaithfulness.
Then sugar coated,
Not with candy canes or sweets,
But lies spit from the same smile.
A shared smile.
It takes a great deal of heat to melt rocks into magma. I wonder… is there a similar technique that allows a cold heart to soften with warmth? To light a match under the ribcage and hope the ice melts before spring? I think about what it must be like to turn stone cold earth into flaming hot lava when my mother steps into a room. Continue reading
Ella had just gotten back together with Eric, and although Amelia disapproved Ella was one of her best friends and would take her word for it that Eric had changed. They had been on and off again for more than a quarter of their lives. One graduated college and the other in her junior year, we thought it was time for them both to move on with their lives, to stop holding each other back (more so Eric holding Ella back). After weeks of speculated cheating on his part, everyone truly believed Eric had finally been flushed down the toilet. Continue reading
Do you remember that time we went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art?
You trailed me through the Greek statues as I gawked at my “ancestors.”
Making poses next to Artemis and Apollo, as if we were Gods ourselves.
We thought we were… didn’t we?
That we had it all. Continue reading