A distance wind blew in the field, the chill cutting to the bone like a knife. The sun was high in the cloudless, blue sky. Neither the miles of knee high grass nor the multitude of flowers moved against it. They continued to soak in the eternal sun, knowing that for them night would never come, that the rain will not fall, they will never be uprooted. All they needed was the sun for their sustenance. The wind touched nothing but her.

It came from behind her. The lower half of her robes snapped forward violently in the air, as if lashing out in an impotent anger. She settled them against her and started to move forward. The wind continued on her back, urging on her quicker, making sure she knew that this land was no longer home. Her bare feet found all the stones on the ground. They scratched and prodded, bringing forward blood. She held her head high, not letting a minute expression of pain cross her face. They could see her, she was sure of it, and her dignity was the last of her armor. It was full of holes, it was tarnished, and it so very heavy, but it was what she had left, and she clung to it like a child to the breast. Read the rest of this entry »

Gun. Bam. Gone. Not yet. Still lingering. The taste of copper, the taste of salt. A weight, in her arms. Limp. The weight moves to her chest. Blood on her chest. Blood on her hands. The air is hot, burning. Voices dance around. Blood. Something shrieks. Blood.  Her mother knew. She feels him move away. She knew. A hole. An endless hole. Screaming. Her screaming. Her screaming in the past, through the past, into the present. She’s screaming-

Tiffany Williams wakes sitting up right, every muscle in her body tense, ready to run or to fight. For a moment her mind seems to be frozen, unsure of where she is or what she’s doing. Then it all comes back in a flash, and she lies back down with a sigh.

She looks at the alarm on the table beside her, and sighs again. 3 am. To early to get up, but based on past experiences, she won’t be getting much sleep either. She turns on a light and grabs a worn book from the end table, hoping a couple pages will knock her out.
Bam. Copper. Hot. The dream starts to come back, vague feelings and images. It doesn’t matter; she knew what it was about. It’s the same one that always wakes her up in a panic.

She tries to push the memories back, to concentrate on the words before her. But they float away, not strong enough to keep her attention. She feels that weight in her chest, heavier than anything she’s ever known. It wants to pull her down, back into that time and place. She gets out of bed, hoping that a glass of water will distract her.

Walking by her dresser, she notices a picture that’s been sitting there for years. She picks it up, fingering the worn edges. She barely ever pays it any mind, but tonight it fascinates her. It’s of her and two of her sorority sisters, sitting on the deck of their old Greek house. They’re holding drinks, wearing short shorts and bikini tops, smiling joyous smiles. Nothing would ever go wrong in these girls’ lives. They’re rich, and beautiful, and never had a moment of real pain. She looks around her little room, with the paint chipping off the walls, the worn bed and the stained sheets, and the discount clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor. And she looks in the mirror, something she so often tries to avoid. The girl in the picture is tanned with long luxurious blonde hair. The girl in the mirror has lost that tan, and her hair is flat and unkempt. But the eyes are the biggest difference. They were once so happy and expressive.
Now they look back at her with pain and a deep sadness. So few years have passed, but so much has changed. So much….. Read the rest of this entry »

Soft words spoken in an unforgiving tongue
I wish to travel in a backward birth
The day I let your hands slip from mine
In a bitter chaos of colliding pain

This shattered heart of mine beating
Has flood itself more rain than New Orleans
I am esurient for which I once held in my soul
Entwined since the beginning of time

I long, I long to be forgiven
I long, I long to be loved
And when I saw you look at her
Your lips gently caressing hers

The lies I told myself—I could live without you
Came hurling at me faster than a pitcher’s strike
I am sorry,
For my heart misses its other half

In your face, in your eyes
I want to say what’s in my heart
But the fear of being hurt with you
I keep all the things I’ll never say

Maybe someday when I am stronger
When the thought of without you
Is a greater pain than with you
I’ll say what I’ll never say

Dance with me fierce one
For my heart is yours to mend
My soul is yours to mate

A vacuity of emotions
Blow my rhythm asunder
An ineluctable fate

Touch me gently
But caress me furiously
For the fire burning inside of me

Holds a flame that cannot
And will not rest
Then do so, take the earth

And dance with me
Take the ocean and sway with me
Kiss me so softly,

Butterfly kisses,
For my steps have finally
Found its own tune

she’s common
just another teenage jerk

she’s cold and empty
and so is her belly
the pill couldn’t fix it
but the coat hanger did the trick

high school hierarchy
the punchline of life
honestly, after high school what do you have?
they won’t take you seriously anyways…

but don’t fret
it’s a ghost world
full of blank minds and lost causes
generic people
too consumed in their own doom…

unfortunately, this could have all been avoided
if she didn’t spend so much time on her back
but yet again, if she didn’t you wouldn’t know her name
because boning captain football
always leads to instant fame.