Truce

Let’s take a day or two,a truce—if you stop killing me,I promise I won’t kill you;a truce we call today,but you may still thinknot enough blood is spillednot enough bullets are soldperhaps, the baby’s prematureit may not pull it through.Let’s take a day or two,a...

Reborn

Longing for a day to be rebornin a world so free of woetracking the rays of a sun,not dying like our ownbut eternally shining in our heartsenjoying spending each minutenot wasting the last dimes of a loan.Not being who I am supposed to be—where is the thrill in...

The Day of the Massacre

Walking like the windI knew he could neverbe mine; I’d hold him tightto my chest like a peanut shell—the world had to breakto take it out, and Ito remain on an empty platewith all my kernel-less fruitsthrown back at me.I’d picture him so handsome in a suitwalking down...

Casual Kiss

His lips are falling like heavy rain on mine—I have always loved the sun to shine—mercilessly brutalizing my senseslike a heartbeat, one moment to graspbut another to let go—like a giant adult seesawgoing high, going low,talking to me once to see him on earththen I...

Writing Prompt 16

What is the woman looking at while this man is totally absent-minded and looking at his reflection in the pond? This famous depiction of Echo and Narcissus by John William Waterhouse is a great example of a story of one-sided love, or loving one’s self too much to...