The bottle sits on the floor between the nightstand and the bed. The price tag, still on the glass, is peeling from too much contact with blindly searching fingers. The tumbler sits on marble from a life long since dead, a sticky ring of soda and whiskey preventing it from slipping along the surface. Permanent … Continue reading Nightmares
Month: December 2016
Throw Back: “What Have You Done?”
You let, you let the soft whispers fill your mind with false hope. Do you truly believe that we, we, will ever be gone? I'm always here, always, I will let your blood spill passed broken skin like water through a dam that is too brittle to withstand the force of the pain pressing its … Continue reading Throw Back: “What Have You Done?”
Death and I
"Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me-" -Emily Dickinson Death and I have always known each other well. Kindred spirits cut from the same cloth, yet destined all the same to that mortal dance. That is, until the music ends and I stop. It's what we all do, eventually, … Continue reading Death and I
Self destructing
The smell of ice mixes with the wafting stench of sugar in the cola and smoke of the whiskey, a shaking hand tipping the slick, cold glass against trembling lips. Condensation slips onto numb fingers that harshly set the glass down, ignoring the faint whisper that tries to remind that the tumbler is thin, and … Continue reading Self destructing
Faith Taryn Davies 