Drown Them Again

Regrets drown themselves in moments. Fear from exes sowed to your heart, jagged scars, purple bruises like violets, over watered with tequila. So much of your pain is gasping, wounds on your body, secret poems. Pungent smells of rotting corpses, stacked too high to burn. So drown them. Throw them in the ocean of ignorant…

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When In Sundance

When in Sundance, Where I only knew about the festivals, I started my own fireInside a secluded cabinSo hot I opened the back door, I wrote. Popping almonds into my mouthSnow threatened to fall, or promised.I wondered about seasons and thought Obsessively about my lover. My fellows mistook my seclusion For looniness,For loneliness nestled between…

Gardens & Sunsets at The Getty.

1 We aren't hiding anymore when we're twenty seven. —One glorious evening, to heaven with cheesecake and wine, Noisy restaurants with their faint WiFi! We walk through the gardens of the Getty and watch the sunset. The blossoms smell good in the good September evenings! At times the aroma fills the sky and we open…

The Tales Behind Our Brokenness: A Series of Mirco Fiction 2

Summer With Him Momma’s Red Pen Momma was writing with red ink today, so my brother and I dare not leave our room. Most mornings, for as long as I can remember, momma has attempted to lose herself in that journal. Described as an author of introductions with no conclusions, yet she was often good at…

A Shot of Death, No Chaser 2

Chapter One Chapter Two “I prefer a stiff drink over a stiff man.” Laughter bubbled over my lips as Gin explained herself with blunt description. It was the fourth Thursday since we had met and every night ended the same; teeth crashing, tongues dancing, and lips melting together. I didn’t know much about the enigma…