tame flowers sit in glass and ceramic vessels, a demure display. they're simply arranged, logical order of height to best advantage. they sit for five days before being whisked away and swiftly replaced.
i don't believe you. you're most difficult to read at the best of times. your words are raw and unpracticed. this is not what my heart needs right now. my mind is quick, draws conclusions you need not spell out. i know too much.
athletic frame draped in silk, a second skin, waits for fabric to warm. perfume is absorbed into the fibres, starting to take own its shape. the dress is packed up already coming alive with its new owner.
the wind is chilly, sou'wester skimming in, fresh from ice and snow. tentative touch to the mirror - it's freezing, could shatter with pressure. outside, the concrete is slick with ice. the setting sun's easy to miss.
water drops gather on the window, spilling down, forming countless shapes. condensation forms inside, sympathy heart traced in, matching the shapes. the window's open, now, and the glass clears. the heart fades, looks half-broken.
the morning is dark, cotton-candy fog hanging over the city. through the fog, lights glow. well and truly entranced, i inhale the sweet air. someone is burning pine. as i get in the car, i wish you were here.
there's a thorn on the rose you left in a vase. it's as sharp as it looks. jabbed my finger on the prickle trimming the stem. new water, and done. there's a card i have yet to read. maybe later - i hope you will stay.
delicate pink shells are scattered across the sand - shatter in one step. condensation beads on the glass bottle as the sun beats down on us. wind whips sand up as greedy-eyed birds appear. (food's less edible).
seventeen chapters through, and the doorbell goes off: almost irate now. tall stack of books by the bed keep you amused at any time of day. various capers run through the pages, until the book is closed; done.
if you please, she says. coy. she ruffles her hair and flutters her eyelids. don't tease, she scolds. stern. she twists around, angles her body just so, and scowls. she tenses, her whole body stiff with annoyance. anger; detonates.