March 2010
2 posts
a sinner
when I was little and went to sunday school I played pretend piano on Mr. Wycoff’s bible. he taught us seven and eight year olds, a thick gray caterpillar for a mustache and a smile like sunshine. I remember the warmth of this smile and the little tabs that divided the books because they were my piano keys. I no longer remember the stories he taught, the sound of his voice; the words he...
October 2009
2 posts
September 2009
2 posts
whiskers
The weather is a mystery; I am unsure if it was cold yet or still characteristically South Carolina hot. I suppose I will go on instinct as memory has abandoned me and assume fall had just begun to stretch her legs, summer saying her goodbyes on leaves barely yellowed. I just know that I was excited, more than excited even; just happy to be there because I was eight and when you’re an eight year...
northern air
We wanted to make dinner because she’s gotten older. We tell her sit, relax, let us listen to your words; five minutes later she’s vanished, returning too fast with a sprig of parsley from her garden for the lasagna we’ve decided to make. My mother shoots her this look that I know only because I’ve seen it so many times before, because this look has danced across my own face, admiration mixed...
August 2009
1 post
tonight I sat down, sleep dripping from my fingers, forcing myself to write a letter of apology, a letter of acceptance, a letter no one will ever read because in life we are just that impatient. we can’t wait a second longer because we know our real reasons were not pure, forcing ourselves to be so scared of the ending, the answer we want surely being the opposite of the very answer we...
July 2009
1 post
sunflower seeds
some days it is not so easy to forget.
other days, it is not so easy to remember, but today? well today I miss the bear hugs & the promises you never had to say aloud, “I’ll always be here.”
well, you aren’t. stupid little girl, stupid naive little girl, to think the world would stop spinning just so you’d get the chance to say your goodbyes.
cause death...
June 2009
4 posts
january
she’s been feeling a lot of nothing lately, I can tell just by looking in her eyes. the sorest of eyesores, with nothing but a wish keeping the right foot in front of the wrong…
I’d like to know the words to change her mind.
yeah but, “if wishes were fishes, we’d all eat for free.”
my new home →
what I won't say
She stood there with a look in her eyes so desperate I saw clear to her heart, with the liquor pouring from her lips, I promised her I wouldn’t leave.
But I left.
I stumbled up the glass door on a drunk half sincere, hoping for the worst because at that point, it was all I had left. I looked that boy in the eyes and said, “tell her that she’s beautiful, she needs to hear something like that on a...
May 2009
5 posts
“she’ll stand before your throne, dressed in beauty not her own. all soft...”
– mewithoutyou “silencer”
