He sat himself there, among the ghosts that surrounded his form. A hand in one other, his beloved’s, with a circle of gold still about the third finger from the pointer. During times his mind is focused, he draws his thumb to that circle of…
I blew a sigh in the direction I knew a kiss would follow from my own mouth, decorated in the red from another pair of lips. Her grace and simple smile. It was a memory I grew for, to a future I was terrified would…
Once, on a road, within a carriage, I lashed those reigns against the mare’s rear, and fled forward to the North. For I saw a star, with a sign I knew well to be part of it. A little note a blew free from my…
Just as I could glance no more upon her aching form, in where I had put my hands, my head turned sideways. To see what I should not have seen, or what could not be seen, in that scene of pain. I was with hands…
We are broken, in love. Broken of the selfishness we found a comfort in, and were unwilling to part from; for that was because we are always monsters without the emotion, of love. As monsters, we are so comfortable, stewing in lie after lie; and,…
Place a man at his lowest, and he knows to stare at the sun. He knows to stare at the brightest sight that burns away his own past, his own guilt to his actions. Place a man at his lowest, and he begs to be…
A new smell brings Adrian to lower his head, and recede out of his stupefaction to the sight of the door, where through its ajar position, Catherine has poked in her head. A smile warms her face to the cheekbones, and forces the tension inside…
She places hand against hand, to stroke the flesh of the overturned palm of this man, this Adrian, who plays a delicate tune aloud, in a stream. A wonderful and melodious tune, that drives up his emotion to the clouds, to where God could say,…
She has controlled her beauty with evenness. Symmetry within every detail, and symmetry, especially among her smile. I have asked myself a question, if love would be the thing to hold her hand, or perhaps I have, as a flawed man, all the while. I…
His smile is a pile of crude teeth, though this Charles Havier, our pauper to this tale, is viewing this woman with such admiration, that he sends forth that smile as though he were unlike himself; that is, as unlike a pauper, as unlike an…
