Crumpled bits of paper - their purpose crushed in a singular fist. The necessary, the desired; hopes and dreams intermingled with the humdrum. All discarded; all done with. She regarded the growing pile: would she remember their contents in a... Continue Reading →
Sheets tangled, intertwined with feet, skin thus clothed and unclothed by fabric and the cool air of the morning. Room an awakening to the night just passed, only remnant the glass his lips had touched.
Frail leaf, even its shadow trapped, imprisoned in the tangled web, aided by bodiless breeze - useless. The sun rises further; leaf quivers on into dust. The lady smiles.