I hinge on consequences, it tickles.
Small romance dance.
Frost bitten and eternal.
The snow’s looking for you.
I told them you went South.
She wishes she could believe he did no wrong.
Feeling she lost more water. Her hero lost his way.
Forget the drowning world, drying out.
Fingers fiddle, nails on skin, skin on leg, sweaty thumbs. Then they tap: ring-finger to pinky, ring-finger to pinky. Tap, nail, tap, tap, beat. Her knuckles clench against her knees. Squirm.
A point of breath where you catch perfect energy.
With a crease in the back of his head which moved as another mouth.
The light flashes on the waves like dizzy fireflies.
I don’t know where I heard it, but I was once told that each person who enters your life comes like a tide. Basically, what they were saying is people pull us. Have the potential to drown us.
The grass leaked down the side of the cliff with the appearance of a burst pipe down a white wall.