Sweet and unforgettable. The icing makes your cheeks sting. Nothing compares to the sweetness touching your lips for the first time. Light and soft and dangerously addicting. Each taste is unique in comparison to the last. It will not survive the evening. It’s impossible to put down.
Category: Writing
Dancing
I know the steps. I’ve learned the steps just to dance with you. Yet, you never show up to the dances. Is it because you don’t want to dance with me anymore? I get the dances have become not as important. Just want to dance sometimes with you. I’m going to practice just as I use to. One day you’ll want to dance again and I’ll be waiting.
Pit
The blackness encases Porter. Endless falling and falling. The blackness takes a break and light pours in and taints the cold black. Falling, passing the light, blinding to the bare eye. The light surrounds a scene of a child swinging on a playground. The sun shines over the park and its gone. The darkness returns and Porter continues to fall, searching for another light.
Joke
He laughs. The laugh echo’s through the warehouse scratching the crackling windows. Drums looking for forgiveness from the horror of his octaives. Babies across the river cry and scream in terror. The laugh covers up the pull of the trigger.
Ballons
It is finally happening. Before it was nothing, flat and unfulfilled. Slowly achieving and becoming the person that I want to be. Expanding with visions of the future and floating through dreams and desires. Floating, floating and floating into the atmosphere.
Waiting
Avoiding, dodging the news, Worried the outcome isn’t what you hope. The lobby is quiet enough so you could hear the hum of the television. Stomach is rolling in knots, tunneling through your organs. Rolling through your throat for a pit stop and exiting into a blue bin.
“He’ll see you now.”
Montana
The axes flew in the air. Bodies swinging with ferocity, slamming all of their energy forward. Axes twirling past trees, slashing through the air like warm butter. The oak handles blend with the forest, yet, the blue steel glimmers in the presence of the sun. Steel has never been more beautiful.
Tulips
The white beauty stood towering her sisters. The petals embellishing the stem. Sunlight kissing the freshly bare bulb. A new life is born.
Swiss
The subtle hole in the silver, dripping red.
Blue Eyes
Her stare is paralyzing. Soft blue eyes like the sky a child would draw. Lashes protecting them like a fence. No resntment. The judgement. The pupils fanning out warmth and love. The stare of a loved one, the eyes of a mother.
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