Emotions take hold
a sense of things coming together
Embracing fate
Emotions betrayed
an inability to hold on to formality
Eyes well up, run
Emotions in motion
a meeting of two on the verge of one
Everything we want
Category: Very Short Story
Our Home
Flying to no man’s land,
we fly along an endless road,
flying towards another place.
Fear of the world around us,
we fear what humans don’t understand;
fear of another death too soon.
Flowing water reminds us of the sea,
we fly towards our only home;
flowing seawater, a lighthouse, quiet.
Free to feel no fear,
we fly no more as we find our home;
free to be vampires once more.
Flawless Finality
A clean, pressed handkerchief
placed within the right pocket.
A suit of fine Italian wool set
quietly upon a sky-blue shirt.
A subdued set of hand-sewn
patent black leather shoes.
A freshly shaved ivory face,
lost in a clean new haircut.
A note to Esther about
love and other things.
A glimpse at what
could have been.
An open
Space.
Falling
Fast.
Free.
On the Couch
Sitting on the couch
Music plays you to sleep
Slumped on the couch
You drift towards dreams
Sleeping on the couch
Sea Water moves over you
Salty sand on the couch
You wonder where you are
Tendon
The tendon snaps;
you cry for anyone to come,
yet no one can hear you in dark.
Limping loudly along;
you wish for the comforts of home,
to take back those words you said before.
The trap you found;
you scream knowing no one can hear,
as the light of the moon dims, disappears.
Beetroot Blood
Swooping down,
no covering tonight
A creature descends,
perched mercilessly
Waiting for the one
with beetroot blood
Delicious sweetness,
a hint of pineapple
A human burger
with the lot
The Hermit
A room sits amongst the trees; more of a box, less a room, and hidden away.
Within the room lives a Hermit who loves the company of no one and nothing; only birds, animals, and spirits give the Hermit joy and sunshine.
A room so big on the inside and so small on the outside; this is the Hermit’s palace.
Around the room, birds flutter and poop on the skylight. Trees sway to and fro in time with the seasons, and burrows hide wombats, possums, and plump creatures.
A room sits hidden away amongst the trees; more of a palace, less of a room, and hidden away.
Curtailed
I love him, yet I’m am curtailed at every turn.
I love him, yet I’m a prisoner in this house.
I loved him, then threw the kettle in the bin.
I loved him, then he said no open windows.
I left him, to curtail my love and my heart.
I left him, to find the person I once was.
Your Sun
Standing at the door
to your room, you
are oblivious, her gaze.
Standing, looking at you,
thinking of your hair,
feet, the way you love.
Standing still, hoping you
won’t notice the way
she lingers, doubts much.
Standing by the door,
you feel the presence
of your beautiful star.
Standing behind you,
you know she looks at
you with so much love.
Standing there, you pretend
not to notice, to feel
the warmth from your sun.
Café Vibes
Chatter from all sides,
the sound of glasses,
cups, knives, forks, spoons.
Ambient comforting feelings
come and go as the
music starts to play.
Moonlight shines far off,
as the river calls for a
swim, you talk nonsense.
A dance begins, then
the wine flows faster,
the night spins, you relax.
C & K 