.
.
.
her lips
once pumped with colour
fade away
.
.
.
.
.
.
her lips
once pumped with colour
fade away
.
.
.
once or
twice when
I lay beneath
you, when I felt
your skin
melting into
mine, I knew
what it was
to be not
just human,
but love
incarnate
a
temper
can only
mask so much
heartbreak
. . .
There’s nothing real or unreal in these words you’re reading. Nothing overly dramatical, I think the universe itself is drama enough. Supernovas, you know? I thought to write something and yet with nothing to say I can only offer you this small reconciliation: this paragraph is only fifty short words.
Thought I’d try my hand at the 50 word story today, although Richard does them better. If you guys have ever written one please leave a link to it in the comments so I can read! Or alternatively, write one, and then leave a link to it. 😉
Thanks for reading xo
naked toes trace
mountain’s unique veining
natural romance
you
could have
let us go
gently
you chose
to burn us
to the
ground
each breath
each heartbeat lost
in the universe
Dawn didn’t bring her tranquility
anymore. Days passed by like skipped pages,
and nights brought perilous denouements. She
tucked in with her screams caught in her throat like
a preparatory battle cry, and she woke with an excess of
freshly spilt tears, an aching body, and a heavier heart.
Triumphant.
~Heather Anne
here
is where
men hold their breath
and let their voices
sound in roars
over the
mind’s
eye.
I snapped this photo while hiking yesterday and felt like there was a poem in it somewhere. Short, but sweet… hope you enjoyed.
As always,
thank you for reading.
xo