I tripped and missed her bed.This bottle of beast is cuddling close, silently screaming fragilities, or infidelities, which I can't tell.
The bitter tastes sweet, and the wine shines auburn.
I'm stuck in a drought, and I don't drink, too bad today's a different day.
A crack in the ceiling, she holds a candle to leaks rainwater, dripping through the tension.
A missing smile tucked behind an upside-down grin changes its course.
A handful of water hits her back like a wet blanket slapping the floor.
She's taken aback, gasping for a response.
Two handfuls of water return my direction.
She pinned me against the wall, kissing me like she hadn't over the summer — as she had two years ago in her dorm room.
She slipped through the door like crisp leaves crackling beneath her feet, making even autumn blush.
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Dusting Off Dreams
RomanceHannah's grandmother passed away, and while boxing her belongings in the attic, she notices a journal about her grandmother's life and her short stories. Hannah realizes her grandmother understood what she was going through. Margo feels horrible for...