Monthly Archives: September 2015

Ice Queen

Icicles dripped from your eyelashes, breaking your ebony skin so slightly. I wondered if you could feel it. A growl like glaciers scraping against each other set my teeth on edge. I must remember that I am a lioness. You threw the biting wind at me, tearing at my offensive porcelain skin. I angled my […]

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Not So Forlorn

I felt myself missing the nightmares, missing the jagged edges I used to insert into my waiting gullet. I hardly felt it. I missed the cold. I missed the way the air would become crystalline before my eyes. I wondered if I could grasp it in my gloved hands, just in case. I missed the […]

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Lioness

I am a lioness you say. I hunt for my pride, but I look in boxes I had long put up for winter, forgetting it was November.  I am a lioness you say. Blood drips from my muzzle as I lope through the herd of blissfully unaware sheep. I am a lioness you say. I dress […]

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Jump

Last week, I leapt off a building. You jumped second. I was falling, but not. For a moment, I felt free.

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