Forgotten by You (But I Want You Back!)

A brisk moonlight lingers The delicate strokes of an old painting Folded a moldy picture mint perfect Attracts dust Beneath the cracks In the rearview mirror He whimpers A whisper A chance encounter Poses a memory He quivers The withering silence of her voice is violence Her body entices With Irish He wants To tasteContinue reading “Forgotten by You (But I Want You Back!)”

Revenge (It’s Not You, It’s Me)

 “Your dad is in a better place, and I’m sure he’s looking down on you from Heaven,” I said, massaging Leah’s shoulders at her father’s funeral.  “You really believe that shit?” Leah said, raising a brow. “I shouldn’t even be here.” Leah folded her arms. “Have I ever been wrong before?” I gave her aContinue reading “Revenge (It’s Not You, It’s Me)”

Let’s Go With, Lexy

Natalie looked down and away as tears streamed from her cheek to her jacket, resting on her tight blue jeans.“I’m sorry I lost the–““I’m not worried about–““That’s what I thought. You didn’t even want the baby.” Natalie held her head in her hands, letting out the tears that trickled through her voice.“I wanted the babyContinue reading “Let’s Go With, Lexy”

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A Bi-Line Might Work

“But you can’t meet my parents,” Rachel said, dropping her chin and holding her head in her hands. “It’s just–“ “What’d I do wrong?” I raised a brow. Rachel and I didn’t fight. We didn’t hold grudges. We’d get whatever we’d needed to off our chests and move forward.  Rachel blew out her lips. “YouContinue reading “A Bi-Line Might Work”

Bittersweet like Wine

It was February 14, 2003, and I slammed shots at Franks sports bar with some friends. I was the only single in the group. We’d go out most Friday nights. And this year, Valentines’ Day just happened to fall on Friday. By now in life, I’d hoped I’d be as happy as my friends. ButContinue reading “Bittersweet like Wine”

Strange Neighbor

Three weeks ago, a stranger moved in next door. But he was unlike the previous people to rent the three-story home. It’s not like I’d paid much attention to him; he was a tall, fit man with narrow green eyes and thick black hair that styled in place. I mean, it’s not like I wasContinue reading “Strange Neighbor”

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