“Like wilted cucurbita flowers after a humid summer rain, Lola and Noelle held each other loosely listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing, and the streets of Barcelona below. Noelle concentrated on lighting a spliff, covering the flame with her cupped hand. ”
“I staggered into the bathroom the next morning, my bladder threatening to burst. I had drunk way too much the night before, my eyes were still tightly closed, attempting to ward off the Crappe Diem threatening to seize my day. My foot hit an unfamiliar object. Did I dare open my eyes? ”
Scorpion At Dusk
The way you know me is through blood and iron. You watch as you slide a dagger right through my side. My blood drips from the hilt and spills onto you in hot crimson, yet the burn makes you more passionate with the desire to feed. To feed upon my wounds and drain the life and light from my spirit like a steely kiss from death.
Cirque De Vie
My foot hit an unfamiliar object. Did I dare open my eyes? I found the small space crowded with sleeping bodies. Ezra was hugging the linoleum toilet seat; the twins and Max were sprawled in the bathtub looking like a tangled mass of eclectic bodies. I grabbed Ezra under the arms and pulled him off the toilet.
Afterlife—Death
Even when I’m awake it can feel like the sun on my skin is unreal, like I’m stuck somewhere in the between—a place that I can’t get out of. But it’s just me against me, and when I look into the reflection of a storefront window, I recognize myself, but only barely.
Cielo
“Kiss me,” he simply stated. She did. She picked up the champagne flute she’d temporarily forgotten about and poured them each a glass. He beckoned for her to sit in his lap, she obeyed.
“So how long do I have you this time?” She inquired.
“How long do you want me?” He asked. She contemplated the response.
Forever, she thought. She was soon struck with the implications of these conditions and remembered his lesson to her on permanence and possession.
“Surprise me,” she finally concluded.