©Sascha Darlington
The door to mortality opened
this life, not a dress rehearsal,
the chill stings,
the bites of bees in autumn
you have under a hundred sunrises
I have never felt more alone.
9/17/2017
Sascha Darlington
©Sascha Darlington
No Second Chances
I thought we could recreate love but you said “Second chances are for losers and I’ll never be one.” And when the door slammed, I found I didn’t mind so much after all.
9/16/2017
Sascha Darlington
©Sascha Darlington
©Sascha Darlington
Anaesthesia
Her pain is flavorful tonight
raspberry with a hint of coffee
old vine blends merging
in a glass she lingered over
while wishing heartache away
9/15/2017
Sascha Darlington
More mouse tales can be found here.
“You are our secret weapon now,” AK-47 says, nodding his head at the vest. “There are explosives and shrapnel in the pockets. Did you know that your bones splinter during the explosion and become projectiles as well?” Continue reading
More mouse tales can be found here.
“Get in the room. Move, move, move,” the big blonde carrying the ak-47 says while pressing it into Diego’s back. Continue reading
©Sascha Darlington
The way a switch flips September 1st
allowing chill air to permeate shorter days
a switch flipped announcing mortality
promising fewer days in a life unwell lived.
Overcome , she sang to the moon,
reflecting the sun, for just a little more.
end 9/9/2017
Sascha Darlington
©Sascha Darlington
Time Together
On days when it seems we pass each other with waking time together totaling twenty minutes, how easily we could fall into taking each other for granted. Yet, we never do, knowing even brief moments together are priceless.
9/3/2017
Sascha Darlington
Yep, there are some things you shouldn’t do when you’re half asleep and posting is probably one of them because I linked nothing! 🙂
I want to thank Alistair at Sunday Photo Fiction for providing the photo prompt. If you’d like to join in, click here. To read more stories for the prompt, click here. Continue reading
