Like ink spilled
the fog falls, smudging
consuming the fields.
Hitting the headlights
of cars breaking through.
white streaks burn the sky,
pastels wandering wild
Cold hands touch me. My heart races, skin dances, breath escapes. You are there to catch it. You are there.
We stood on top of the hill. The city lights glistened below. Like stars dropped from the skies.
Just moments from home yet a different world. Up here the moon shined fierce, the cold bit harder. The shadows screamed.
Up here the earth was strong.
Hushed whispers ran through the grass. Howling wind slapped our faces. Charcoal trees laughed in darkness. Gnarled branches scratched our skin.
Our soft flesh scraped and tattered, we became something else.
Eyes burned ebony whirlpools. Limbs stretched, wings emerged. We took flight into the night. Another shadow, another scream.
Satsuma skies bursting. Colours bright on a faded day. Soft clouds huddle. Making their plans. At a window a girl watches. Fingers pressed tight. Intent on the outside. Ignoring the blackness behind. Dark shadows, angry voices, bitter bites of sour words. Her face hugs the glass. Waiting. Hoping. For the first fall of snow.
Does your neck still burn from the rope I gave you. Do you think of me when you struggle to swallow. Your Adams Apple bobbing against what’s no longer there. Squeezing past the memory. The token I gave you to show I cared. Is it tucked in a draw, at the back with the socks. Beneath lining paper, pulled up at the corner. Do you reach to touch it. A repeated action you never let go. Grasping for nothing. Grasping at skin. Does your neck still burn. I wonder.
I threw my heart into the sky. There it hangs, waiting. Glowing bright. Beating boldly. Longing for you to notice.
Dusk lays the path. The path to night. Soft pastels turn. Shadows beneath. I crave the night. Its soft touch. A velvet blanket. I lay enraptured.
morning frost glimmers
a crisp, white canvas waiting
foot prints break the still
I got challenged to write a story including the word Rhinoceros
The rain drizzled half-heartedly. Soaking my jacket, without even trying. I was walking alone. I’m not sure when I let go of his hand. I think it was near the rhinoceros enclosure though it might have been before. I didn’t notice the loss. Didn’t notice his absence. I think I knew it was over. I turned to look back. He was stood reading about the rhino. Endangered. Extinct. Time for goodbye.