Prose
Glass Ceiling. Top Story - December 2023.
I bet you didn't know you built a glass ceiling pane by pane- pain by pain... -during our relationship. Something invisible, made by words never spoken, and feelings that lived on tips of tongues and died silently slipping out on defeated exhales. Fragile feelings becoming hard and tempered like heat treated glass, clearer and harder to break with every fight, every night spent going to bed still angry, stubborn stumbles of half assed appologies, and midnight "sex-capades". Love drunk and sorrow filled hoping all can be forgiven? Forgotten? By an act that may or may not be remembered come daylight.
By Hayley Matto2 years ago in Poets
Finely sniffing the rose
As I walked awkwardly among the pounding words and sat motionless in the spring night, a slight ache began to grow in my chest. I'm not a hypocrite anymore, don't get me wrong, but I felt as like I was walking in the real world. It's like fighting nonstop, erasing all evidence of those lost in the process, all the while striving to capture anything.
By chaliewang2 years ago in Poets
