The smell hit them before Lucille’s door was fully opened. Rushing to his girlfriend’s side, Jake looked at the peaceful face of Lucille. Before he could touch her, his sister yelled. “Don’t Jake! They might want to,” her voice trailed off. Jake drew back his hand, as his sister called 911. He studied her, a…
Lucille walked into his room. Still in his t-shirt and boxers, her hair flowing behind her. A silver strand standing out amongst the rest. She walked closer to him. A cold wind wrapped around them. She leaned forward, her hand tracing the outline of his face, but not touching it. He longed for her to…
(A Practice in Poetry) Thick and texturedragged and rawNights spent in heaps of dreams & sweat.I reach for you, touch air – fingers don’t forget. Molten wax,searing through all that’s left.Throes of imitating flesh…No human heart lies here. While writing poetry has never been my forte, there are a handful of poems & poets I’ve…
The moon had moved into view from their spot on the stairs by the time Lucille could speak coherently. Jake had talked her into going back inside. “Not near the bedroom,” he promised. Leaving Lucille tucked into the couch, he went to the kitchen. Glancing at the leftover pizza, he rolled his eyes and went…