There was no wound, no visible bruise, but the horror of that moment had me in despair.
Horror Of That Moment
Slow Drift
That strange, slow drift apart creeping and intangible. It's gradual, but you know, the relationship is undead. Tottering forward without warmth, or soul, or pulse.
No Man But You
There's only you, there was no man but you. Maybe that's the problem.
Happy
"Happy" isn't what she hoped it would be, love is a mystery - desire a depth haunted by inevitable imperfections.
Misanthropist’s Heaven
A misanthropist's heaven: my heart sheltered by my perseverance not to allow anyone to walk in.
Strangers
Something about her, she seemed so sure but so sad too. He wanted to know her, and yet, they were strangers never to speak to each other. He couldn't stop staring.
Live Your Life
You can't live your life waiting.
Flesh and Smile
The living human is cursed hustled along middle-aged, middle income stomping along but alive. Manufactured flesh and smile.
Articulate
Uttering a few unintelligible words I don't yet possess the language to articulate the emotion, the loss, the anger.
Greed
Greed - there was nothing as frightful as this. Nothing as terrible as this.
