January 2018

January came in silence.
They poured me champagne in a clear glass which I stained with my lipstick.
I wore a black dress, like echoes of sleepless nights, and eyes, like reflections of flame and smoke.
January was too slow. Too fast.
I made plans about days that could/would never come. I weaved fragile dreams.
I wanted snow, star-filled nights, non-flammable wings. I wanted blood-rose love.
I wanted all boundaries to shatter.
I wanted the moon, the planets, the whole sky. The light and the darkness. The fleeting and the forever.
Tears and shadows.
Blood and dust.
Love and rain.


  • Kassy

    March 5, 2018 at 07:08
  • Michelle

    March 1, 2018 at 15:30


  • Megan

    February 24, 2018 at 21:31

    Really lovely! I love the part about the wings!

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