Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum. Shshshshshshsh. She thought the incessant hum of the railroad tracks would never go away. She could feel it in her breastbone- the throbbingly heavy vibrations of the steel wheels against the steel wheels thrilled through her ribs. The clattering was loud and annoying. It brought her back to herself, reminding her of where she… Continue reading Day 126: Rhythm
The keys are a lover, and he knows them best. The notes are a recipe, and he is the master chef. The strings are a choir, and he merely directs. The pedals are an engine, and he only steers. The piano is his gift, and when he plays, others cry.
“Where did all the good go? Baby, this is where you’re dead wrong” -“Here’s to the Zeroes” by Marianas Trench He was righteously angry, blood simmering to a boil, hands and heart hot to the touch. Her voice was in his head- “There’s nothing left, Michael, you’ve just got to accept that,” Becca had sighed.… Continue reading Day 121: Zeroes
my hair is cornsilk my skin is cream my fields are gold no day is grey. I laugh, dance spin like a child- untouchable on a sepia day. I don’t know what tomorrow will be like- but I know today will stay.
What would wickedness look like, if it were tangible? If you could touch it- even if only to throw it in the garbage bin- how would it feel? It could be sharp: hundreds of knives cutting, wounding, slicing their way through everything to wreak destruction. It could be smooth: silky, luscious, seducing its way in… Continue reading Day 118: Wicked
Today it began to drip- who knew it wouldn’t stop? The city seems colder in the damp. A girl picks her way from the cab, feeling drops down her collar. Stop! A black sheet, metal spokes, a kind hand. Where will the umbrella of a stranger lead her?
“I braved a hundred storms to leave you As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down” -“Turning Tables” by Adele Afterwards, all she knew was the fight had been loud. Adeline had known it was coming, felt it as she watched the thunderheads thicken and darken through the window. She felt… Continue reading Day 114: Turning Tables