I feel you in the whisper of air along the bare length of me. I hear you in the creak of the bedsprings, the hollow smack of the headboard against the wall. The memory of you is loudest with my eyes closed.
I'll level with you: I’m crushed. It wasn't about stats, it was about stories. Now, I won challenges – no false modesty – but more: I won you over. It'll be different, won't it, now? This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge Trifextra prompt, and the news shared today by the … Continue reading Level
Colors have connotations. They imply. Your voice, tinged with ochre, reflects the westward sky and I think of endings. I deflect, offer up my blue eyes, distant and deep as night. You smile. That wasn't what I meant. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge Trifextra prompt: Plenty of times over … Continue reading Colors
I am an obsession, a twisted fulcrum. A distracted smile, and you tilt thusly. A gaze too deep tips you back. I etch my name across your back. It lingers when I leave. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt: This week we're asking for exactly 33 of … Continue reading Tipping Point
The first time I saw her I feared the sea too much. She sailed the night, the moon hung for a lamp on her mast. I wait and watch the waves. Next time I will brave salt's sting. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge prompt: We are asking for a 33-word … Continue reading Shorebound