Of course, you never knew if she’d accidently pull the trigger and decorate those horrendously ugly flower-printed pillowcases with a mix of skull and gray matter.
I catch the sparkle of green in her eyes but try to focus on the sun’s slow crawl across the sky.
A chill slithers throughout my legs and into my heart and I wonder if I’m finally dead.
Her gumdrop eyes glisten in the rogue moonlight beyond our bedroom window.
A blanket of ash swoops across the sky like a dead comet.
I stand in silence and close my eyes to avoid the flounce of bright yellowish haze.
I pinch the fleshy part of the skin between the fingers on my right hand and convince myself that I’m not dead
A rogue sliver of moonlight pierces the open air like a knife tossed from the sky.
She exhales a strand of icy vanilla lac
