You’re a Dead Man

She met him in a bar near Central Station, a modish one at the top floor of an understated building. The weather was lovely for a late afternoon in October, still she didn’t wait outside for her date; she was incredibly thirsty due to violent nerves. So, Lucas found his ballerina lounging on the terraceContinue reading “You’re a Dead Man”

Icicle Prick

So pretty to look at, so perfectly sharp! I was compelled to touch you– You invited me to touch you, Only to prick my innocent fingertip.   Crimson droplets dappled the snow, and you laughed At my tears. “Why?” I cried. “Why?” A cool prism, you glared at me, “It’s your own damn fault, darling,Continue reading “Icicle Prick”