SomethingSmall

A steady fog rolled in that morning like the ebb and flow of the ocean waves. It crept low to the ground and stuck close as if whispering a forbidden secret into the depths of the earth. It was that time of year again and Clyde knew the first rains were just within reach. He glanced around his surroundings and noticed he could only make out silhouettes and basic shapes from a distance. Nothing became clear until it was within about five feet of him. The sky was just as unclear; clouds covered the infinite expanse of the sky from one corner of the horizon to the other. Looking up made Clyde feel as dreary as he looked. There were deep-set sha

Your breath is erratic like our parallel heartbeats. And I'm vacant like this room. My inhale is your exhale and they mix and mingle to create this cloud of fog and mist so I am not completely bare. I don't move until you move and we move together; a desperate slow dance on the edge of fast. You cling to me, I hold you, and we taste each other in our mouths. Your sweat intoxicates me and the air becomes so static it paralyzes me. It's like ecstasy and raw summer while the clouds outside begin to cry. I almost join in but your lips find mine and beg until it hurts. Only you could penetrate my walls with your deadly weapon and only you could

are you listening? we hold these words within us we keep them locked below the floor is cracked and faded these lies that pull the chord demented and constricted the worst is all our own inside these walls that bind us our sins command control.