Xanadu
 

The scorching heat from the flames of the fire burned the paper cocktail colored napkin to a crisp while the

My emotions— like singing with your mouth closed, waiting to be let out.

Take a seat. Watch the wavering walls

I learned about family in a house on Saddler Court. That was home. Two stories, a fenced backyard, a purple bedroom.

My mother still wears the perfume she wore to church 6 years ago. It smells of the cheap pearls draped loosely around her neck

As I get to know you, your habits and interests, I can’t help but long to necklace you.

She yelps out constantly, begging for my attention. I try to ignore her as often as possible,

We were a vase of faltering flax flowers, faded navy petals begging for life.

Two sunflowers On a sunny summer day In a field amongst others like them. Blue skies, green hills.

My pencil holds on to my paper tattooing it with chemical bonds. Hydrogen and carbon, both forming realistic relationships with each...