Tuesday, December 29, 2015

The Expanse

When missing someone
Becomes a word that doesn't exist 
When loving someone 
Becomes a feeling you can't explain
You'll find me 
On that island 
That has no name

Thursday, December 24, 2015

The Missing

Say a prayer
For the lost
The dead
The unreachable
Save a thought 
For those unaware
Those unfeeling 
Those alone
They don't even know
They're missed 


Some bonds are 
A tether that ties 
Two souls together
Their recognition of
The need to be together
Sometimes as lovers
Sometimes as enemies
Sometimes as friends
But to imagine a life
Without them seems

Monday, December 21, 2015


The solstice frightens
And the longest night
Taunts the light to show
Her radiant face 
There are no seasons 
In the soul
And it's night only grows 
Darker and colder 
As stars die one by one

Monday, December 14, 2015


I dare you
Dare you to make me feel something
Pain-numbed nerves 
And a ravaged soul
Leave little for 
Anyone else 
Bring the blood to the surface
Make the lash bite
Make me feel something
If you think you can 

Thursday, December 10, 2015


There is a girl 
In a darkened room
Surrounded by 
Velvet knots 
Hair tied up 
To expose her 
Collared neck 
She hears my command
From across the sea
And begs to please
Not realizing 
I am the one 
Shackled and tethered 

Sunday, December 6, 2015


There is something 
In the wake 
Of your destruction
Everyone knows the 
Calm before the storm
But there is one like me
No one before me
And no one after me
That will appreciate the what was
And the what could have beens
With each fractured breath 
She takes 

Friday, December 4, 2015


No comfort given
No words said
Just a slammed door
Echoing over and over 
In my ears 
I'm left to drown 
In a room full of tears
Choking on sobs and saltwater
There will be no hero
Because no one knows 
You put me here 

Thursday, December 3, 2015


Every morning
The pain starts anew
Ripping off the 
Bandage of sleep
To expose the sepsis
That is desire 

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

The Destined

I know you
Not because we've met
But because millions of years ago
Your stardust bumped into mine
And we've held hands ever since
That familiar comfort
That reassuring voice 
It changes 
But it's always the same 
I will always find you 

Tuesday, December 1, 2015


And damp
This confessional booth
I'm here to
Confess my sins
But my confessor is gone
Nothing left for me to do
But wait
In my makeshift coffin
Until my rebirth 

Monday, November 30, 2015

The Blackened Garnet

My spotlight is perfect
Embracing and comforting 
Allowing you to shine in
Your most perfect way
I'll raise you up 
I'll make you feel like a god 
I'll provide flawless love
But lies make a spotlight cold
Treason of the heart is unfixable 
And everything I gave is 
Easily stripped
Until you're left watching 
Another bask in my warmth

Tuesday, November 24, 2015


She danced alone
With no one watching 
She moved as she chose
No one dictating her strings
The night was calm 
And the music was inside her
Night's silvery orb turned her hair
To black moonsilk as she 
Pirouetted and pliéd
It made her pale, naked flesh
Glow as she 
Relevéd and retiréd 
She danced for every minute of
The Longest Night
The morning light would stiffen her joints  
And stone would caress her
Until the moon could dominate
The sky again

Sunday, November 22, 2015


Phone call
Anything to
Stop me from 
Ending myself 

Thursday, November 12, 2015


Your scent has long since faded
Even your voice just a haunting memory
But your eyes still burn
Right to my core
An unforgettable face
That tortures me still 
And I've wasted every shooting star
On you since you left

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

The Climb Down

Floundering for footing
Often falling
Ripped and bleeding palms
Everyone ignores the blood
Violated trusts
Evicerated feelings
Rendered worthless 

Tuesday, November 3, 2015


I'm just trying to breathe
But it's quicksand
And my struggle 
Pulls me deeper in
Won't be long now
Let it swallow me
No one will notice 
Let go

Monday, November 2, 2015

Long Distance Call

Every night I say 
Your name and remember when
You would say mine back. 

Thursday, October 29, 2015


You'll never know
The hurts
The pains
A million fires lit
And extinguished all at once
Feeling and losing
Burning and freezing 
The harshest slash of deception
Being told to write the words 
Doesn't make it true
But it made me believe 
I'm kicked down 
A Spartan well
And falling
And falling
And there is no bottom
No impact
To make the pain end 

Monday, October 26, 2015


Blindfolded, all I
Had was his voice to coach me
To quivering end. 

Sunday, October 25, 2015


You rail
And wreck
Abuse and destroy
The hurricane that you are
Such violent nature 
You'll spin out of control 
Until you remember 
I'm your calm center 

Friday, October 23, 2015

The Mistress Sub

Eyes down
Tongue held
You're entering a holy place
Where sacred silence is worshiped 
My presence is your temple 
While your calves burn 
And your brow sweats
Remember to praise my name
I am your unforgettable distraction
I am your soul defender
I am your undeniable everything 
I am every piece of music
I am every instrument 
I am every Maestro
I am 

Tuesday, October 20, 2015


There is a crater 
Where you used to be
An impact mark
So deep
Even oceans couldn't
Mask the damage
I've shed 
All the salt water I can
In a pathetic attempt to try
No salt is left
No water is left
No self is left
No one hears the wails of 
The muted  

Monday, October 19, 2015


Every fucking night
The lights go down and my heart
Just cannot purge you. 

Wednesday, October 14, 2015


There's a big difference 
Between you and me
You think we are the same
Because we both bow
I am not 
Crippled into submission 
Controlled through fear
Castrated by jealousy
I am not 
Mistaken as property 
Manipulated through anger
Mocked until broken
I am 
There's a big difference
Between you and me 
Service forced is slavery
Service given is a gift 
And the difference is made by
The one who holds the leash

Monday, October 12, 2015


Impossible love
Put the mirror to your back 
Let me reflect you 

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Death's Love Letter

I desire what he does not
For he cannot see 
Your radiance
His eyes were taken long ago
And yet he claims to see
I desire what he does not
For he cannot hear
The caress in your voice
His ears were closed long ago
And yet he claims to hear
I desire what he does not
For he cannot taste
The whiskey of your soul
His tongue was burned long ago
And yet he claims to taste
I desire what he does not
For he cannot smell
The honeysuckle on your skin
His nose was pinched long ago
And yet he claims to smell
I desire what he does not 
For he cannot touch
The velvet of your skin
His hands were bound long ago
And yet he claims to feel
So come with me 
Beautiful thing
Be my Queen of the Ether
And I shall treasure you
For eternity 

Monday, October 5, 2015

About Last Night

One dream can turn the
Million steps forward into
One huge fall backward. 

Sunday, October 4, 2015


Push me 
Pull me
Hold me down 
Make it hard to breathe
Frighten me
Excite me
Make me hot
Make me shiver
Paint my flesh
Collect my tears 
Make me feel
I've been numb too long

Thursday, October 1, 2015

All That You Deserve

Flay the black ink from your wrist 
Claims have been revoked
No one wants you
You don't belong
Retreat to a place that is safe
Hide so well
You can no longer find yourself
The blackness calls
And salt water rises 
Grow more and more pale
In the cave you carved
You don't deserve the sun
Or flowers
Or gentle breezes
For Golem has found
His new Precious 

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

The Longest Summer


                 The last class of the year was finally over. I watched as finals-weary students shuffled like polite zombies from my classroom. In truth, I felt more like the giddy grade-schooler about to flee from his bus for the last time to embrace the summer. I’d been with the university for nearly ten years. Students came and went. Yet somehow the last day of classes always made me forget that in a few short months I would be right back at it, beating my face against a desk while trying to calmly explain why a comma is indeed important when expressing yourself in written form.

                Some kids are just morons.

                While stuffing loose papers into my satchel, I noticed one student who stayed behind. She was an attractive woman. Maybe a few years older than me. Likely that her kids had grown, and she was back to complete a degree she never finished. She was a decent student. Not much for class participation. Possibly just shy.

                She waited until the room was cleared of everyone but us. She stood and walked to the door. At a complete loss for comprehension, I watched her click the lock of the door and turn to face me. Her facial expression shifted just a bit. Barely perceivable. But I noticed. And so did my cock.

                I did a nervous cough and asked, “There something I can help you with, Liz?” I pulled the satchel resting on my desk closer to my body in hopes of concealing the physical effects of her smoke blue eyes.

                “Yes and no. See, Professor… I want to thank you. For everything. All the support. The critiques. The patience.” She walked in slow motion toward my desk. Each motion deliberate and teasing. The tilt of her head. The way she tucked her auburn curls behind her ear. The way she never broke eye contact. “I want to personally…” Her voice turned thick and sweet as honey. “…and privately for your help.” 

                There was no point in playing coy or feigning ignorance. 

                I walked around the desk and closed the gap between us in three steps. My fingers were instantly in her thick hair. My thumbs rested against passion-flushed cheeks. I took two seconds to reclaim eye contact and slid my thumb across her high cheekbone. She leaned into me with her hips and half closed her eyes. I was lost.  

                I didn’t waste another second before I crushed my mouth over hers. Greedy, devouring mouths mingled breath and spit and tongues as we both fought to get our way. The air was heavy and humid as I could feel my body temperature rise with each heart beat. Heart racing. Mind dizzy. 

                She finally managed to pull back. The blue in her eyes was now completely transformed to grey. She brought her hand to my crotch and felt a cock that had never been so hard. Wordlessly she measured my reaction as she rubbed my erection through my pants. When she felt the bounce of pressure from its throb, she took to her knees. Deft and delicate fingers slipped the buckled belt. The button and zipper followed. She wiggled her hand between the elastic waist of my boxer briefs and pulled down my clothing in one motion. My cock sprang free, and the cool air caused a fury of heat as I felt my balls tighten. 

                Her mouth was soft at first. Kissing and teasing. Gentle licks from a practiced tongue. I fought off orgasm after orgasm as she tortured my prick with her mouth. She never completely devoured my cock, making sure her tongue danced back and forth across my pulsing and sensitive head. One hand was around the shaft keeping time with the rhythm of her tongue while the other applied pressure behind my ballsack. 

                The abuse was too much, and as much as I wanted to prolong this ecstasy, I knew there was no longer any holding back. “Liz,” I barely said aloud. “Liz, I’m gonna cum.”

                She moaned her approval. The vibration was the final levee.

                I put my right hand behind me on my desk to steady myself as my hips began to thrust on their own. My left hand was again buried in her tresses. My knees began to shake as the intensity of my orgasm exploded from my punished cock. Her tongue pulled and coaxed everything I had to give. The cry that escaped from my chest sounded like it came from across the room as I barely recognized my own ragged breathing. I tilted my head back and let the passion flow through me. Waves of tension left my body as the last pumps of my cock were rewarded with once again gentle licks. The release was as powerful as the tension. I begged my heart to slow, and I looked down at her. She gave my softening prick a final kiss and stood.

                We both saw that I was properly redressed. A playful smile poised on her lips as she stepped back. “Will you be teaching fall semester?”

                “I will,” I said with confidence and authority.

                “See you then,” she replied. She unlocked the door and vanished into the hallway. 

                “Next semester indeed,” I said to an empty classroom.



My puzzles
My contradictions 
My love is soft where 
My lust is hard 
My disgust drives
My desire
My eyes weep when
My joy overwhelms
My savior is
My enemy and
My future began when
My life ended

Monday, September 28, 2015

The Eternal Muse

Even when she isn't 
She is
A breath you feel on your neck
A nudge on your shoulder 
A tug you feel in your chest
A heart swell
A moment of dizziness
A tingle in your fingers
Even when she isn't
She is
Because that's what always means 

The Leftovers

Take it 
Do your worst
I've already kicked down the sun
And smashed the stars
What's left to break
When a soul 
Been shredded

Friday, September 25, 2015

TwitterShort Challenge 10


                The electric toothbrush buzzed happily in my hand. 

                And rinse.

                And spit.

                There was no way I was going to look anything other than perfect when he woke up.

                My fingers tucked a few rogue strands of brown behind my ear. I leaned into the oversized mirror and gave my lips the pucker and pout. The lipstick swept perfect lines of poppy onto my lips. One final smack together and I was ready. Not that there was far to go. He was currently sleeping two rooms down the hall.

                I’d been nervous all night. Sitting at the bar by myself. I was afraid I’d end up going home alone again. Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, just started to play when he sat down next to me and nodded at the remains of my watered down gin and tonic. It should have been his omen.

                “You need a refill?” His voice was as smooth as a slide rule. He was devilishly handsome. Slick styled jet black hair with one renegade curl falling on his forehead like a metal Slinky. Even darker inky eyes and hard jawline completed his flawless face. He could have been a superhero. He was stunningly perfect.

                “Sure.” I followed up with an innocent smile.

                It was only a matter of a half hour before I’d convinced him to come back to my place. Once safely tucked away at home, I turned on the charm.  I purposely batted giant doe eyes at him. I touched my neck. I put the back of my hand on my mouth when I laughed at his jokes. I used nearly every trick my Southern Belle of a mother had taught me. I invited him into my studio where I made extra cash as a photographer. The plush velvet of the couch was exactly where I wanted him.

                When his eyes started to get heavy into his second glass of Shiraz, I knew that tonight would be perfect. He was oh-so-beautiful and my camera had been lonely as of late. Fifteen minutes. He was out like a light.

                I grabbed my war sack and went to work.

                I stripped him completely bare. I wasn’t wrong when I counted on his physique matching his smile. It was impressive.

                He’d folded himself in two like a stapler when my spiked cocktail took hold.  In order to get him properly positioned, I grabbed my rope to slip around his chest and under his arms. I set him up to lean on the arm of the couch. I looked him over and smiled. He reminded me of a discarded one-legged teddy bear propped in the corner of the couch. Completely adorable.

                I grabbed the flask of oil and started to rub down his olive skin. Just enough to make his skin glow for the camera. I could feel the tension building in my thighs as I looked over my handiwork.

                The final touch was the leather binds for his ankles and wrists to keep him in place while my camera drank in his glory. 

                The scene was set. I was flush and more turned on than I had been in years. He was worth waiting for.

                I scampered to the bathroom down the hall where I stripped naked and reapplied my makeup.

                Everything was perfect.

                I went back to my studio. It would be another minute or so before he woke up. I’d told myself that I wouldn’t take any pictures until he came to, but I couldn’t help myself. Just a few snaps.

                The flash must have nudged him awake. He started to stir.

                I waited with my camera to catch that moment of awareness they all experience when they realize they went home with the wrong girl.



Just like that
Cut off
I'm left reeling
Throwing up my guts
My heart pounding
While it tries to fill a hole 
From a drug too powerful
And I know where you are
I know how to reach you 
But it does no good 
Since I already cut out my tongue
And sold it
To buy your product 

Thursday, September 24, 2015

No Beauty Queen

The scratches and cuts
Will scar. Soon my outsides will
Mirror my insides. 

Tuesday, September 22, 2015


The lost shoe
The missing mitten
Whole in itself 
Yet only half 
Of what was meant to be 

Monday, September 21, 2015


When will the hurt stop 
When will the tears dry
When will drawing breath cease to stab
When will my soul be restitched
When will mourning end
It doesn't
It won't
It never will
It's beyond repair
It's eternal
Because my For Always wasn't a lie

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

The Maestro's Magic

There is a voice
That holds the leash
Of this velvet collar
I'm conditioned completely
Hearing it makes me drenched
Thinking of it makes me weak
The cadence
The pitch
The timbre 
The authority it has
With each accented syllable 
I'll die holding my breath
Waiting for its next command


Don't ask
It's not as if you care
Don't wonder
Because your picture is wrong
Super nova and black hole
Are less destructive
I mourn a deathless death
My soul bears the scars 
And I'm not brave enough to 
Make it stop 

Sunday, September 13, 2015


One more step
It wasn't forward 
But it wasn't backward
Maybe one step sideways 
Will do 

Thursday, September 10, 2015

House Lights at a Quarter

Promises are
Future lies
An embrace that will never happen
A caress that will never be felt
The beautiful pink of 
Fifteen lashes
Becomes an internal burden
Rather than displayed as painted flesh 
Wrists and ankles chafed  
Arms numb
Throat naked
No one to 
Start the symphony 
But I'm not allowed 
To leave the stage

Sunday, September 6, 2015

The Undocumented Level

Break what is loved
Destroy what is needed
The only way to find the bottom
Is to look for the nothing 
And I'll be your mirror there 
In the next level of hell
Even Dante refused to acknowledge 

Saturday, September 5, 2015


Buried alive
Air is thin
Resurrection unlikely
Everyone's forgotten her
Death will embrace her 
Silk and velvet shroud
Over her face
Undone by a kiss
Loved by a ghost

Friday, September 4, 2015

The Ugliest Creature

Curled up in a corner
Trying to drown out their voices 
Look at it
It's disgusting
I never understood their hate
I would never touch it
Where did it come from
But my cage offered protection
From their physical attack
You don't belong here
You're an abomination
And I poured in wax to shield my ears
From their insults
It's so grotesque
You should kill yourself
But it was too late
My inner monologue was imprinted
And I could not shut it off 
No one could love you
You're gross
Go away
And so I did
When I ripped my heart in two
And bled to death 
Curled up in a corner 

Tuesday, September 1, 2015


Not just a puzzle
I'm shattered glass
There are a million
Unrecoverable shards
Tossed to the unfeeling sky
I can never be pieced
Back together
And no one likes what looks back
When they stare 
At a broken mirror 
Especially if it's the truth 

Thursday, August 27, 2015


I didn't do anything wrong 
I didn't do anything wrong
I'm an innocent victim
I'm an innocent victim
I didn't know she'd believe me
I didn't know he'd lie to me
It didn't mean anything
It meant the world 
She'll be okay
I'm not okay
She's tough
I'm broken
I didn't do anything wrong
I did everything wrong 

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Passing Years; Stagnant Time

Stay here he said
And I did
Good little girl 
Content to watch clouds
Rewarded with chocolates
And hair ribbons for my patience
Stay here he said 
And I did
Curled up on the porch swing
Watching his truck pull away
Already counting my numbers
To pass the time
Until he came back
My world, my love 
Until I counted higher than ever before
Day into
Night into
Day into
Again and again
But I stayed 
Because he asked me to
And there was no where else to go 

Monday, August 24, 2015

The Lilith Altar

Pitiful thing
I'll pretend you are
What you once were
You forgot you were worthless
I'll remind you 
Pathetic thing
I'll make you believe
You need me
You thought you were strong
I'll make you feed on the lies
You told her as if I created them first
I will cage you
I will beat you
I will crush you
I will watch you shatter 
And you will say my name 
Every time you die 

Friday, August 21, 2015

The Broken Girl and The Clever Boy - White

                “Hi. I don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Tom, and I’m madly in love with you.”

                The message flashed across the blank White of the screen.

                Six years. Six years that flew in a heartbeat. She wished on every wishing star and four leaf clover to be noticed. And if she had to be honest with herself, she loved him for the last two of those six years. He was funny, charming, clever, and incredibly pretty. Unsure about making such an irrational confession, she chose to watch and to dream. Every day she would make her social media rounds hoping he’d posted a joke or funny story about gaming. Some days she was rewarded with the slightly crooked smile of an avatar while chatting with friends. Some days her heart would gallop when she got a Guild log-in notification.

                So here she sat facing a computer screen that made her cover her mouth with her hand. Unable to breathe and on the verge of tears, she sat dumfounded. The harsh White backdrop contrasted sharply against the black letters. There it was. Everything she ever wanted.

                And she had no idea what to do next.

                FIFTEEN SECONDS AGO…………

                This time he would hit send. He swore it. He’d seen her struggle each time she was told she was fat or ugly or dumb. He’d watched the façade of self-esteem break behind the scenes. She was plenty strong on the surface and had nearly everyone fooled. But he knew for years about the fragileness that she kept from the world. He’d seen it in heartbreaking posts she was convinced no one saw.

                It devastated him.

                He had no idea how she felt about him, but he knew she deserved better.

                She deserved to know how he felt.

                He took a deep breath and stared at the blank White typing field.

                And once again Tom started to type. “Hi. I don’t believe we’ve met………”

Thursday, August 20, 2015

They Would Whisper

I was beautiful once
Loved and cared for
I was majestic and splendid
People would walk by
And stop to admire
They would whisper 
Between themsleves
I wonder who lives here
I wish she was mine
I'd give anything to own her 
But I was empty
And left to rot and fade
People would walk by
But they stopped admiring
They would whisper 
Between themselves 
I wonder who abandon her
I wish someone would fix her
She needs a lot of work and time 
And rain fell
And sun beat
And time took its toll
And people would walk by
They would whisper
Between themsleves 
How disgusting
What an eyesore
I don't know how she's even standing
I would tear her down 
I heard them all 
I believed them
And I prayed for my destruction
Since no one knew my story


"As it pleases You,"
Said the subservient heart.
And Death kissed her mouth. 

Tuesday, August 18, 2015


There's a flower
Tucked away
A little sun
A little rain
And he'll lean in
Unfold, open, and worship 
At the alter of you 


I turned my back
She never once begged
Just let tears roll down her cheeks
Stifled sobs concealed by
The back of her hand
My chin held high
I walked through the metal door and 
Let it slam behind me 
For effect 
But then
My eyes adjusted
And I saw that I had entered 
The cell intended for her
Her weeping
Shifted to
A deep rumble in her chest
I looked in my pockets
For a key 
And found them empty
The chuckles now laughter
I turned back to look through
The tiny window
Laughter now hysterics
As she tapped the iron
Against the glass
There was no more love
In her control
Her mocking laughter 
Turned to faded screeches
As she left me behind
And I thought myself alone
Until I heard the tiny voice
Echo from a corner
Of my new home 
"I always knew you'd find me."

Monday, August 17, 2015

Down and Away

There are cuts that fade
And cuts that scar
And cuts that never heal
A spinning pinwheel
Full of blades
Reminds her that it's real  
It's more than just
A broken wing
A crack that's quick to mend
The wing was wrenched
From angel's back
With pain that doesn't end 
No chance of hope
It's wasted tears
That lead her to this city
And one-winged angels
Take no solace
No mercy and no pity
So carry on 
You ugly thing
Even Hell won't have you now
And wander lands
Till end of time
His lies a broken vow
And pay the price
For all his sins
Since this is what you are
The perfect servant
Ever faithful 
Blinded by a star 


Damp and moldy box
It shouldn't have been opened 
Strong emotion
Tucked away
Rest easy Little One
Actions that broke
Take time to repack but
It's worthless 
Opening the box again 
Now that it's been resealed 
Seems a dream 

Saturday, August 15, 2015


A lightning crack
The sky torn in two
The angel and the demon
War across the sky
The angel knowing 
The demon feeling
And human spirit is the victim

Tuesday, August 11, 2015


A fraction of a hair
Too far
Bloody thigh
Each heartbeat
A tiny fountain
To entertain me
I don't want it to stop 
No one could save me 

Monday, August 10, 2015


It's an ugly place
Amongst the weeds
Void of light 
And full of decay
To be so small that 
Dandelion becomes sequoia 
And dirt becomes mountains
And the tears of mice 
Will drown you 
All I can do is
Look up
And dream 
Of being found 

Sunday, August 9, 2015


Matter is neither
Created nor destroyed
There is no such law
Regarding emotion
Thoughtless words
Careless actions
And a boy who believed
Is made a fool 

Saturday, August 8, 2015


Maybe someday soon
I'll be able to forget 
You. Just not today. 

Thursday, August 6, 2015


There is a voice
Unable to speak 
Broken from drinking acid
Chemically silenced
From speaking 
Weeping eyes carved out
And crushed 
Beneath a heavy boot
So no one can read their unspoken plea
Hands and feet left bound 
Tethered to an abandoned leash 
The tin can 
Set adrift
The rusted cage
The key
All the measures taken to prevent 
A rescue 
Were unnecessary 
Since no one knew she was 

Tuesday, August 4, 2015


"Always keep fighting." 
They don't realize no one 
cares about my war.

Monday, August 3, 2015


One last gasp 
And one last surrender 
Weighted ankles
Peeled wrists 
And a rope to hang 
The human fountain 

Sunday, August 2, 2015

The Shattering

The rain won't stop
It lessens or increases
But the sky never stops leaking
A symphony of angels' tears
A weeping chorus
Celestial beings mourn
A thousand broken pieces 
That used to be one soul

Friday, July 31, 2015


American Rose
Mighty and beautiful
Alone in the soul-soaked
Abandoned and
Taught she is worthless
Hallucinating that she found a Protector


Red and 
Implored to be His lover
Kohl and
Enchanted White 

War Over Souls

Over the clouds
Racing across a purple sky
Cherubim and Seraphim 
Hearing the Earthbounds' pleas
Intercept the 
Devils that humans forgot 


Covered in red
Open your petals to Me 
Quiet girl
Unbreaking and
Love lives 
Inside that which
Can't be seen and blooms
Only when 
The Maestro commands 

Wednesday, July 29, 2015


Decades spent being
What others need. No one thought 
To ask what I need. 

Monday, July 27, 2015

Back in Black

Kassie Jean never wasted time. She always knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Tonight wasn’t going to be any different. She pulled her slick 1967 Impala into Charlie’s driveway. She wasn’t intimidated by how rural his home was. In fact, she grew up a country kid. The heavy concrete jungle of the city made her feel claustrophobic. Out here she could take in as much air as her lungs would allow. It was summertime and well into the evening. The sky had already turned pinks and purples as the sun retreated for the night. The fireflies were flirting with each other, and the frogs provided the soundtrack. She was ready for this adventure.
Kassie Jean was about ready to turn off the rumbling 327 motor when she noticed the porch light kick on and Charlie exit his house. He looked casual in his well-worn jeans and Mel-O-Cream Donuts shirt. His shirt wasn’t quite long enough to hide his catcher’s ass, and Kassie Jean took a good long look as he locked up his front door. So far, Charlie was everything he promised on Tinder.
Charlie half-jogged down the pavers leading to the driveway. He tucked his keys into his front pocket and ran his hand over his dirty blonde crew cut. The door hinge gave its usual groan as he opened the front passenger door and slid in. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. This car is gorgeous.” He reached across the bench seat and extended his hand. “I’m Charlie. It’s good to finally meet you face to face.”
“Thank you, Charlie. I’m Kassie Jean. This meeting has been a long time coming. Glad our schedules finally worked out after months of messaging.”
“Yeah. Jeez. And your pics do you no justice. You’re super pretty.” He rubbed his hands over the thighs of his jeans as if to work out his first date jitters.
Kassie Jean detected a hint of nervousness to his voice as well. She knew how to fix that. “It’s been a long while since you’ve been on a date, yeah?”
“That obvious, huh?” he replied with a nervous smile and another ruffle of his hair.
“Tell ya what. How about we get all the awkward stuff out of the way? Right off the bat.”
Charlie looked at her with narrowed eyes.
“Hop in the backseat.” she said
“Excuse me?” Charlie choked out.
“Trust me. Just hop in the backseat. I promise I’ll stay right here.”
“Ohhhhhh kayyyy…..” he replied.
Charlie took a deep breath and opened the front passenger door. The characteristic metallic squawk of the door hinge made Kassie Jean smile. Once the front door was shut, he opened the back door and slid into the backseat, snapping the door shut behind him.
Kassie Jean turned around and kneeled on the bench front seat. She quickly unfastened the tiny buttons of her fitted button-down shirt. While keeping her head down, she darted her eyes upward for just a second to gauge Charlie’s reaction. His chin was nearly on his chest and his cheeks were flush. Once she shrugged out of her shirt, she popped the hooks on the back of her bra. She tossed both articles of clothing on the front seat beside her and leaned with her elbows on the back of the bench seat. Her tits were perfectly perched on the backrest.
“Now, let’s see about getting past the first date jitters.”
Charlie shifted in the seat and slouched just a bit. There was plenty of room in the back of the ‘67, and his knees didn’t even touch the front seat. He unconsciously rubbed the heel of his hand against the button fly of his jeans. Kassie Jean could tell her inhibition caused a reaction.
“Don’t worry about me. Close your eyes if it makes you more comfortable,” she purred.
Charlie’s eyes rolled a bit as his lids fluttered closed. He let a heavy breath escape his lungs and continued to rub his cock through his jeans. He was incredibly hard within seconds. Kassie Jean’s voice was like honey as she coached him.
“I bet that cock wants out. How about you undo those buttons?”
Charlie didn’t waste any time. The buttons were undone with one pull, and his cock stiffened harder once the night air touched it. He wrapped his hand slowly and deliberately over the head and continued the stroke downward.
“Now, doesn’t that feel better? Show me how you stroke that pretty cock.”
Charlie did exactly what was asked of him. He picked up the pace a bit, making sure his middle finger ran over the divot of his head. The fire it sent through his body was near unbearable.
“That’s a good boy. Faster, Charlie.”
His breathing was ragged. His face was flush. His hand tugged harder and faster. Within minutes he knew he would cum.
Kassie Jean read all the signs perfectly.
“So pretty. Cum for me Charlie.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Charlie’s hips thrust forward as his hand came downward. The crippled cry that escaped his chest emphasized the intensity of his orgasm. The cum drenched his twitching cock and covered his hand. Three more hard thrusts and the last was spent. He slowed his breathing and his stroke and eventually opened his orgasm-drunk eyes.
Kassie Jean hadn’t moved. Her smile was unstoppable. The entire car smelled like sex.
“How’s those nerves?” she teased.
“Gone,” Charlie replied with a sideways smile.
“Good,” she said.
“Give me five minutes to change. I need a different shirt,” he laughed.
“Five minutes. Then I’ll meet you for the first time again.”
Charlie smiled. She was definitely going to be an adventure.

And So Its Watch Begins

There is a lonely island
Hosting a lonely soul 
That manages a lighthouse
Making the rounds 
Cleaning the lens
Keeping the fire alive 
Not as a beacon 
But as a warning 
The lonely soul is an
Ugly creature
Far too ugly to see the day
And the lonely island is
Its undying death sentence 

Sunday, July 26, 2015


My mind needs the room
My heart needs the knots
My wrists only wear perfume
Turn the page 
Turn the page
Sleeping Beauty gets no rest
No peace 
When Laurent plays with boys 

Thursday, July 23, 2015


Bruised from the fall
Able to see the 
In the shattered sky
Stuck in a world where
Healing arts are lost
Every step drives the broken glass
Deeper into my soul 

Wednesday, July 22, 2015


Death has come to call. 
Ignoring the door will not
Make him go away. 

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

TwitterShort Challenge 9


                Etienne couldn’t believe her ears. Grounded. And for what? Using a can of Raid and a Zippo as a flame thrower to get rid of some wasp nests? Clearly her mother would never understand her genius.

                This could not stand.

                Tonight was the third meeting of the Sage Stick Society. There was no chance she was missing it. She and the founding members were holding initiations tonight. She was expected to be there. No one in the super secret club would ever take her seriously again if she didn’t attend this meeting. 

                Etienne grabbed the broken Bulova pocket watch she picked up at a garage sale for two dollars and the remains of her half eaten chocolate Easter bunny and stuffed them into her backpack. Preparation was important when making a jail break, and rations would be crucial if she made it out. 

                She slowly opened her bedroom door and peered down the hall. She knew her little sister was already fast asleep in the bedroom directly across from hers. Getting to the stairs wouldn’t be a problem.  

                She slipped down the hall in her stocking feet and scampered down the stairs. Her parents were in the family room watching Paula Deen toss something around in an oversized salad bowl. Perfect. They were completely distracted by the TV.

                Etienne scuttled past the family room and into the main foyer. She caught her breath as the marble bust of Benjamin Franklin that rested on the corner of the piano seemed to stare her down all the way to the front door. No matter. Freedom was feet away.

                She ever so slowly turned the knob to the front door and pulled.

                There on the front porch was her little sister. 

                “MOOOOOOOOOOM!” Joni screamed.  “I TOLD YOU SHE WOULD TRY TO ESCAPE!!”

                Etienne gave Joni the death glare. 

                “Oh, Mother. This battle is yours. But the war shall be mine,” she vowed with clenched teeth as Mother grabbed her wrist and hauled her back to bed.


Monday, July 20, 2015


It's not just a fork
In the road
It's the hundred forks before it
It's the blistered feet
And the soleless shoes 
It's the sunburnt skin
And the rain drenched clothes
It's the fear 
That if you stop to breathe 
You'll die

Sunday, July 19, 2015

All The Degrees

The cry of a soul
As the sun burns 
And scalpels flay
And scraps are tossed 
To hungry wolves
The crush of a thousand truths
That finding each piece 
Seems impossible
A pin prick of light 
And a whisper of promise
Makes it shift
The cry becomes 
One of joy instead 

Thursday, July 16, 2015

The Coming Winter

***Author's note: The following is an original piece submitted for Anna Meade's Midsummer Night's Dream Writing Contest. Be sure to click the link and see what other fantastic stories await!***

                I awoke with a kiss. Strange. I didn’t even remember falling asleep.

                And yet there she was. Gigging like a bubbling brook.

                The fayr stood a handful of steps away from me. Her oversized hands covered much of her face, leaving just the twinkling blue of her eyes exposed. Her rich blonde curls bounced as she laughed. The wrap dress was torn and dirty, but her skin looked like honeyed cream.

                I shook my head to clear the daydreams away. My mane tossed about as I stretched my wings and put hoof to ground. Since I was only a yearling Pegasus, we stood nearly eye to eye, she and me.

                “I found you!” She squealed. “Let’s play! Follow me!” She took off skipping down a foot path that trailed to the lake. The scent of the blue bonnets and lavenders begged me to follow her.

                I shook my tail and set off bounding behind her, determined to return the tag she’d placed on me. We tagged back and forth until we reached the lake. Playing made me thirsty, and the water was clear and inviting. I drank deeply until I felt the violent pain of something piercing my lung and driving into my heart. My last vision was of the peaceful lake, and my ears rung with her childish laughter.



                “You promised me the wings, Atcheton.”

                “That I did, wicked fayr,” the troll said with disdain. He hated making bargains with lesser beings. But the summer had been a hot one, and his crops burned in the unrelenting sun. Winter would be hard if food couldn’t be secured. “Next time bring me a bigger one. The yearling are tender, but there’s barely enough meat for two days.”

                The Fayr smiled innocently and gathered her treasure, eager to attach them to her dirty dress. “That will cost you more than just some wings, Troll.”


Wednesday, July 15, 2015


Poor little dove 
Caught in the hunter's net
Wings beat unto exhaustion 
Starved and lonely
Too tired to cry
To watch it die would be a shame
And yet to save it invites it's bite
A choice to be made 
And the countdown starts
Because a split second
May make the difference 

Tuesday, July 14, 2015


At the end of the world
Is a ledge
To no where
When the crowds behind you surge
Because they do not see or care
And there comes a mighty shove 
Close your eyes and pretend you're flying
And then the dark won't 
Scare you 

Monday, July 13, 2015


The crush of
Of your weight 
Lean in a little harder
I can still breathe
My feet are still under me
My vision isn't blurred
Kill me quick 
Or not at all

Sunday, July 12, 2015


Scrawling script
The confession of a thousand feelings
The circumstantial evidence of a soul
Stuffed into an envelope 
Rolled into a bottle 
Thrown into an ocean
If it finds a home
And connects with one other person
The words were worth it  

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

The Binding Irons

The corporeal prison hosting 
An internal battle 
My trap
Understanding what I know and 
Fearing what I feel
And the inability to reconcile 
Soul and mind
Leaves me here
On broken rocks
Unable to escape 
The incoming tide
I'm not sure 
I want to move 
Even to save my life

Saturday, July 4, 2015


The courage 
To step forward
Praying to be chosen
Allowing them to see you
The slave trader's stage is 
A terrifying place 
Nothing is hidden
Everything exposed
And snap judgements
Decide the course
Of a life 

Thursday, July 2, 2015


Is it your soft groan
Is it my flushed cheeks
That turns your eyes into smoke
Is it the things you do to me
Is it the things I do for you
That make you want more
The knots
The bindings
All just for show
When it's really the invisible leash
That connects my soul to yours
The lock and key complete
Only as a set 

Wednesday, July 1, 2015


Time flies
Not smooth and crisp
Like a hawk's journey 
But disjointed and erratic
Like a butterfly
Bouncing here 
Jerking there
Dependent on 
Time spent near you 

Monday, June 29, 2015

The Grand Fade

The wood is dark
The noises frightening 
I don't dare leave my cave
This is my new home now 
No search parties
No tracking dogs
I left without telling a soul
And I know I won't be missed

Lust v Love

Similar but not the same
Able to create or destroy
Capable of generating tears or laughter
And I walk forward
With one foot on each side
Of the Red Line
Embracing both
And fearing neither

Thursday, June 25, 2015

The Abandoned

Rain soaked and heart sick
No end in sight 
For the downpour 
No shelter
For the battered spirit
No way to get
Back to home
Back to you 

Wednesday, June 24, 2015


On my knees for thirty minutes now
One snap for each minute
Naked and exhausted
The Punishment falls from my hand
The fireplace scorches my front 
To match my broken back
Torn flesh so numb 
I can't feel the rivulets of blood 
Pooling at my feet
But for thirty split seconds 
I felt 

Tuesday, June 23, 2015


All of the years shared
And I'm still discovering
The magic of you.

Sunday, June 21, 2015


There were no words I understood
But his intent was clear
Slight corrections 
Small manipulations
Tiny marks left as reminders
Of a session 
In a foreign land 
Without leaving home

Thursday, June 18, 2015

The Longest Night

I crawl into bed,
Whisper I love you, and wait
For you to join me. 

Monday, June 15, 2015


Jagged-toothed and snarling
Hot foam dripping from bloody teeth 
The Ugly comes for us all
And no salt or iron
Daylight or stake
Can stop the darkness 
From swallowing souls
At breakneck pace 
If you think it will do any good
But when it chases faster than thought
You'll find it waiting for you
Around every corner

Saturday, June 13, 2015


There is a heart
Full of tattoos
Words written 
That tear
That mend
That break
That bind
Story after story
Marked on a heart
Tucked away 
Where no one sees

Friday, June 12, 2015


There is a lost key
To an unknown lock
For a hidden treasure 
The reckless have searched 
With no clues to guide them
The unobservant have 
Walked past every day
But the treasure is patient
The lock can be understood 
And the key is nearly found 

Wednesday, June 10, 2015


That tipping point where
Turning the key won't allow
You to stay the same 

Monday, June 8, 2015


Flash and bang
Over and under 
Restlessness sets in
Give and take
Open and close
The love across the sea waiting
To claim my soul
Eyes that branded my heart
Never letting go 

Sunday, June 7, 2015

The Ghost of You

It's inescapable 
Your face is everywhere 
Haunting words 
And blurry memories
Of time shared
Intense eyes 
Reflected in every face
I'm waiting for the haunting to end
And the possession to begin 

Friday, June 5, 2015


And gone
The photo created
Locked in time
A frozen moment
Burned into my soul 
It brings tears
Of longing
Of joy
Of overwhelming isolation
My only decoration
In my forgotten cage 
While I wait for the Maestro
To call his muse

Thursday, June 4, 2015


In she walks
Emerald eyes and
Olive skin
Hair the color of holly
I'm tied to this chair
There is no escape 
She's prettier than you she taunts
She's smarter too
Shut up I yell
I already know
You gonna keep letting her win
Because I don't deserve to be happy
Damn right you don't
She walks in circles 
In and out of line of sight
But I know she's always there
Because I can feel my soul
Turning green

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Doll on a Shelf

Broken and remade
Perfect waves of ecstasy 
Over an imperfect beach
Winds whipping a fire
That never stops 
And the soothing balm
Of words spoken only
With eyes 

Tuesday, May 26, 2015


There she was
Propped up against the tree
Abandoned and forgotten
Her clothes were tattered
And her face was dirty
But I'll take home this
Lost doll
And make her shine 

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Be Still

Splayed like a bear skin rug
I'll make every inch of you sing
Leather kisses
And velvet caresses
And if you move
It stops 

Thursday, May 14, 2015


I keep a picture 
Close to me
One single image 
That makes me smile
That causes my heart
To break like waves over rocks
A smile that looks back at me
And makes me weep
One picture that has spawned
A hundred fantasies
And a thousand more images
Burned into my soul

Wednesday, May 13, 2015


Sulfur and salt
Torn and bruised
An afterthought 
Immersed in fire
Nothing left behind but
Strangled dreams

Tuesday, May 12, 2015


Desperate times
Call for equal measures
Send the ravens
Send them all
Send the news far and wide
Find her for me
Bring her soul back to mine 
Let none rest until 
Our hearts are rejoined 

Monday, May 11, 2015


Hours spent writing 
Hand written letters
Just to be tossed in the fire
Words converted to 
Ones and Zeros 
And deleted with a single click
The staggering amount of time
Spent face to face with pleasant smiles
Hiding our thoughts
When someone may feel
The same
And none of us will ever know

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Love's Autopsy

Beyond naked
Skin peeled back
Insides exposed 
On this cold steel table
He's looking for a heart
I gave away years ago
The tattoo on my wrist
The only clue
To where it now lives

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

The Vambrace

I know it's there
Without seeing it
The scent of old leather and oil 
Makes my heart race 
I'm prepared for a storm
And for you to unleash hell 

Sunday, May 3, 2015


Come and curl yourself
At my feet 
Keep me content and 
Entwine our desires

Tuesday, April 28, 2015


The little piece of me
That's tied to you
Fragile as spider's silk
In constant tension
And in fear of being broken
Yet it's my favorite part 
Of a web
When the sun catches morning dew
And throws its rainbow
Across my soul

Sunday, April 26, 2015


That wish hurled at a star
How do you know
If it lands there
Rehashing dreams 
Silently praying 
Trusting the cosmos with
Your heart 

Thursday, April 23, 2015


Glowing lights at a
Long tunnel's focal point
It could be my end
Maybe a beginning
Maybe it's just a wish that 
Escaped the dark
Racing from the demon behind me

Tuesday, April 21, 2015


Bend me
Try to break me
Do your best
It's harder than you think 
Leather gives 
Where chains would bind
Winds that wrench an oak
Make the willow dance
And I hear a song
In the storm 

Sunday, April 19, 2015


What is the tipping point
Of feeling and knowing 
Realizing the depth of 
The soul's deception
Hearts tossed to the wind
Left to fend for themselves 
Escaping only when
Scars are exposed and
Stars go dark 

Saturday, April 18, 2015


Hearing the wind 
Echo through the trees
Allows my mind to wander
Reality dims a bit
Time slows
And I can dream
Colors unseen
Hating that when it's over
Everything resets to grey

Friday, April 17, 2015


When life is too much 
And I feel I'm not enough 
Your X hits the spot 

Thursday, April 16, 2015


Grey skies 
And the rain won't stop 
The water keeps rising 
My glass box turns into
A sanctuary of sorts 
A prison of sorts
My crippling fear of
Not breathing 
Keeps me here 
Since there is no hero
On the horizon 

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Zone

Body and soul
Total possession
The rhythm that can't be stopped
I give in to the
Demands over and over
And finally feel the relief
That comes with
Complete surrender 

Sunday, April 12, 2015


Not just a breath
But every one I take 
Not just a moment 
But each one that has passed
Not just a feeling
But all of them at once
This is my whirlwind
This is my world
Since you took my hand

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

140 Proof

Just one more drink
Until the numbness comes
Stake my heart and 
Tattoo my skin
Iron shackles start to
Feel like home 
I implore the darkness to 
Embrace my soul and 
Defend the broken pieces 

Tuesday, April 7, 2015


No anesthetic
I want to feel the cuts
There is less feeling the 
Deeper you slice anyway
I want to watch the ugliness
As its carved out like a cancer
Until all my nerve endings
Have been removed 
And there is 
Nothing left but numb

Monday, April 6, 2015


Black Dog says: Let go. 
You will never be "enough"
To keep what you want. 

Saturday, April 4, 2015


My days are spent 
Thinking I'm unloved
Nights pass while I believe
I'm unwanted
Billions of people
And not a single pair of eyes
Willing to turn my way
I'm lost treasure
No one is looking for
Buried by a sandy blanket 

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

TwitterShort Challenge 8


                “I’ll send a postcard,” the Vanisher said.  “After that, you have ten hours. If you don’t walk when I show up, your window is gone.” 

                My heart was racing as the thought of escape finally seemed within reach.

                “Deal.” I immediately handed him the eighteen thousand dollars I had been hiding.

                After five tense weeks of waiting, a postcard from Pike’s Peak showed up in our mailbox. “Your great-aunt Nina is traveling again,” Levi said with disdain as he flung the postcard towards me like a Frisbee. 

                T-minus ten hours

                My mind was hard to calm. I wondered what kind of magic would be used to get me out of here. Boiling cauldrons with dwarf root, a box of frogs, and a lucky rabbit’s foot? No matter. I didn’t care. I unconsciously touched my cheek bone to feel that the swelling had gone down. The bruise wouldn’t be far behind. But it didn’t matter. I had a future.

                When Levi finally passed out from painkillers and gin, I gathered the few things I could carry with me for my escape. In the kitchen junk drawer, between the silly straws and the Elmer’s glue, was a pocket knife. I jammed it into my front jean pocket and raced up the stairs. I threw a few clothes into a tattered laundry basket. Knowing time was running short, I hustled as fast as I dared without making too much noise. My hand was on the ornate glass doorknob to our house when I realized there was one last cathartic thing I’d forgotten to do.

                I put the laundry basket on the travertine of the foyer and headed for his study. There was Levi’s beautiful antique hurdy-gurdy. I raised the beautiful inlaid wood instrument above my head and brought it down as hard as I could on the mahogany floor. It was instantaneously reduced to thousands of splinters. The noise should have alerted him. It didn’t. 

                I grabbed the basket and sprinted down the driveway. 

                The Vanisher was there, just as he’d promised. 

                “Your necklace,” he said when I entered the van.

                “What?” I replied as I brought my hand up to my throat.

                “You’re gonna have to give me your necklace.”

                “Oh. Right, right.” I unclasped the honeybee necklace made of jet and gold that Levi expected me to wear at all times. I’d grown so used to it that I had forgotten it was there. The simple task of removing the delicate thing made it feel as if a pallet of bricks had been removed from my shoulders. I gave the Vanisher the trinket and looked back out the window one last time. A single silver birch leaf that hadn’t given in to winter’s grasp finally let go. Every tree from our yard was finally bare. 

                The metaphor was unsettling.




Sunday, March 29, 2015


Unsure footing
Doubtful thoughts
I don't know I'm beautiful
Unless you tell me
Because my mirror lies 
My demons roar
Only your voice 
Is louder than theirs


Howls and blows
Wicked and ugly
The storm that rolls through
My soul
Blackened clouds match
My blackened heart
Winds shred trees and hope
And I'm left to drown
In the deluge 

Thursday, March 26, 2015

And Lucifer Laughs

Deep in the hell pit
Everyone turns away
Forsaken heart
Empty mind
Abandoned soul
There is no cavalry
Escape is impossible
Death is inevitable 

Wednesday, March 25, 2015


Finally able 
To let the drug do its work
Content to let the fuzzy
Eat at my brain 
I barely have time 
To pull out the needle 
Before your world melts
And mine rushes in
Playing chicken with
A dark-winged angel

Tuesday, March 24, 2015


Flying or falling 
The wind screams in my ears 
Eyes blinded by tears
Breath stolen
It seems I've been suspended for years
Still waiting to hit bottom 

Monday, March 23, 2015


Still frozen
This dungeon that never thawed
Where is the sun
And the warm breeze
That promises spring
I'm stuck in a 
Forever winter
Animation suspended
Growth stunted 
Frostbite taking over
And death shall follow 

Saturday, March 21, 2015

The Whole of Me

Just something in my eye
Nothing to look at here
Could be just a word or two
Made my heart swell 
And eyes overflow 
It's a temporary thing
A small speck of something
Making my eyes water
An allergic reaction
To kindness

Thursday, March 19, 2015


The train left hours ago
I just can't bring myself
To leave this bench 
I watched it roll away
Tears fell as it took
My hopes and heart with it
I just don't have the strength
To leave this station 
So I wait for the next one 
And pray my legs find 
Strength to stand 

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

The Green in Her Heart

Eyes and jealousy
Invader's manifesto
You can stay 
If you follow the rules
Stay and watch 
Greens turn to blues
Then red
Then black
Because staying is a quick death
While leaving is a slow one 
It's a rare moment
To be able to choose your demise 

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Color Me Cariad

Go ahead
Claim what's yours
Make me your darling
Your sweet
Your beloved
Paint me as your lover
Your confidant
Your friend
Take me as your heart
Your soul
Your everything 

The Porch

Rocking comfortably
Back and forth 
Easy breezes
Soft honeysuckle
The sunset is beautiful
I close my eyes
And don't breathe in again 

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

TwitterShort Challenge 7

                We went to the museum about once a month. Hector would hold my hand as we rushed from display to display, his boyhood eagerness for knowledge hurrying his steps. Everything here was scavenged from the surface.  He would laugh and point at the lampshade embroidered with a picture of a camel. His eyes would shine at the pictures of elephants and turtles and tigers. He reenacted casting a fishing line when he saw the fishing rod and tackle. His cheeks would color when we walked past the mannequins dressed in shimmery negligees and ladies’ dresses. He would talk about how one day he’d drive as fast as he could when we saw the windshield wiper and driver’s side door from an old car. 

                I followed Hector as he darted back and forth between exhibits. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at me. “MeeMaw, what is your favorite thing here?” he asked. It was difficult to choose, but I always seemed drawn to the one that held the old Avon lady carpet bag. There were pictures and trinkets reminiscent of a much, much simpler time placed in beautiful glass cases. But knowing he would not understand nostalgia so much, I got a small bit of mischief in my eye and said, “YOU are!”

                Hector laughed and raced ahead. He was headed for his favorite display. The one with the most tragic of stories. His cheerful mood grew solemn as he approached. “Tell me about the Million and One MeeMaw.”

                The skull in the jar was a brutal reminder of the tragedies that happened after the earthquake. There were hundreds of tokens left in tribute to those who died. Scattered around the jar were bottles of rum and tequila, a child’s small plastic bracelet, and candles in various colors and heights. There was even an old twenty dollar bill printed in 2008. 

                When the earthquake happened, the leaking radiation proved the surface was not a viable living option. Half the population went underground. The other half took to the skies. Some chose not to deal at all. 

                On the wall behind the shrine were a million and one names carved into the stone. These people who died were not just poetically just mercy killings of someone with a broken heart. These were people who did not want to move forward. They drank a poison and had their remains cremated. The last fleet of blimps to leave the surface took the ashes and scattered them throughout the land in the hopes that the soil would once again be fertile.

                “How long until we can go to the Surface, MeeMaw? ”

                “I’m not sure, Lovie. Now, how about we go home and play some catch with your wiffle ball while your Mommy finishes lunch?”

                Hector grabbed my hand. We exited the museum and started down the tunnels for home.