Tuesday, June 01, 2021
really glad nobody has ever seen this blog.
posted by Mary 12:23 PM
Thursday, June 26, 2014
I need to leave.
Falling, dying, isn't part of spring.
I am not part of this home.
I am winter. This is summer. And I am bringing the cold.
Death.
Pack my bag. Dawn my cloak.
The lights warm two feet into the darkness.
I step three feet onto the path.
I'm gone.
posted by Mary 11:53 PM
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
My heart is breaking.
posted by Mary 10:37 PM
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Every fix is just a killer
All my dreams were just a filler
Shrouded in hope with faith for diversion
And your brown eyes are a dark excursion
posted by Mary 4:25 PM
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
My morning coffee says to me,
"For today, you're gonna see...
"You can do this for one more day.
"And everything, will be okay."Labels: coffee
posted by Mary 2:04 PM
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
I always forgive.
Then I regret it.
Then I forgive you again.
sigh.
posted by Mary 10:49 AM
Thursday, December 08, 2011
He was on one knee, and she was lying in the crook of his arm. His head was bent low over her soft, pale skin, and although her hand held on to his back in both fear and expectancy, her eyes were void, staring up into the night sky, as if searching for something to save her, but hoping she wouldn’t find it.
His hair fell over his eyes, darkening his bent complexion—their breath in sync, a chill breeze blew his hair forward, and hers away.
And with one almost undetectable motion, an ever so slight and ever so firm movement, his free arm plunged the knife into her back. She shuddered gently.
Slowly, she took in a long breath.
Her eyes still searching vacantly. Her fingers holding his back a bit tighter. Then her breath gave way—in a long sigh. Her other arm reached back, her delicate fingers tenderly encircling his, her vacant gaze moved downward, and her hair fell softly to cover her face.
posted by Mary 11:34 PM
