She used to write I love you on notepaper to burn it in the fire, like wishing on a star, she'd surely ignite someone's desire. She used to witness I love you slip out in secret at night, leaving her alone to turn out the light. She used to look for I love … Continue reading Looking for I love you
She bit her lip, a blushing rose with petal soft cracks and tried to count 'I love you's on her fingers, a confused abacus squeaky with rust. When 'two' 'three' and 'four' should have been falling from her teeth and tongue she found her fingers in her hair, forest fire wild tangled with wind beaten … Continue reading Midnight.