Heart Jarred

There was a yesterday that in time never became a truth which was favoured only a day ago.

Where the path of a ghost dwelled in memory so vague, that it burnt white into my flesh so that all could see.

Takers walking past dragged on my tail; little ambiguity causing failure.

I would say I'd cause a chase, that's what they normally go for. 

Not this one, a sudden dip in my heart and his disinterest with such, match one another

so greatly. 

Reviews

[Emily B]

cunning . . . I like that word

I like your words, too

[...]

. very intense writing ...
. intensely poignant ...
. every word seems straight from the heart and perfect ...