Playlist: Depressed Song 26: She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5 Broken She comes to him every time stiff, unyielding, sharp, and aloof. She is glass and ice, and rusted nails and jagged metal edges. She comes to him with marble eyes that slide away from his, razors for cheekbones, and poison for lipstick. She…
Tag: creative writing
The Runner
He’s leaning forward like a runner at the start line. Ready to bolt, right hand braced on his leg, left elbow propped on the other, his chin in his hand. He’s wearing big, clunky work boots that would make running difficult. A red backpack and canon camera hang off one arm. Deep-set eyes in a…
Ski-Jump Rose
Her nose looks bumpy, but it curves up right at the end like a ski jump. Crossed legs, bag in her arms. Her blond hair is pulled back, but it wisps out, fluttering near her eyes. Pierced ears, but no earrings. Looking away. Profile. She’s thinking. Pale eyes, most likely blue. Gold chain around her…
Containment
Can I lay myself down inside your bones for a little while? I need to rest a bit and I feel safe tucked in between the spaces in your skeleton. Because when I inhale deeply enough your ribs cage me in and I can feel each one holding me together as I fall apart.
Suspension
It’s been over two years since she woke up with the scent of someone else embedded in her skin, and it is both comforting and terrifying. She can smell his cologne and sweat and she remembers her face pressed into warm, smooth skin, and strong fingers stroking down the back of her neck. She remembers…
Spaces
Space. Spaces. The meaning occurs in the spaces between the words, in the unfulfilled potential between scenes. There were spaces between Donald and the things that he said. There are spaces between you and I. Is there meaning in those spaces? If I can eliminate any space between us does that mean we stop having…
No “I love yous”
His lips parted and immediately I covered them with my fingers. His words settled back onto his tongue and I relaxed. Softly, I stroked the pads of my fingers over his slightly chapped lips. “Don’t say it. No ‘I love yous.’ Don’t ruin the moment,” I murmured. His serious blue eyes watched me and he…
Sleepy
Ankles crossed, eyes closed, neck loose, hands clasped easily in his lap. His dark brown/grey hair matches his jacket. His eyes open and he licks his lips, checking what station he’s at. Eyes close again, body jolting gently along with the train.
Playlist 3 – Dark Prose Poem
Playlist: Dark Constraint: Rearrange the words to make a prose poem using only two lines at a time. Need my Want Bugging pain, grating love. It’s me without me. You wandered. I have and would die. Far/wide, I kill for pain. Need my want. Don’t, I tried and…don’t. You and I, I to me –…
Two Rows Back
She sat two rows back and stared intently at the back of his neck. His collar rode up in the back and all she wanted to do was adjust it and press her mouth to the strip of bare flesh between his collar and the edge of his hairline. She wanted to feel the heat…
Playlist 2 – Depressed Poem 1
Playlist: Depressed Constraint: Make a poem using the last line of each song from a playlist, then play with the form. Cross Purposes Click for the poem ↓ Cross Purposes Due to formatting issues I had to put this as a pdf. I hope you enjoy! © Michelle Austin and Little Gentian, 2015.
Master
There is something about a man wearing black leather gloves that is both inherently sexy and at the same time creepy. Serial killer-esque mixed with Alpha/Master. This man has not only black leather gloves, but well polished black leather shoes and a well-cared for black leather satchel/briefcase. Charcoal grey, tailored suit, and a matching fitted…
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