Entries By sonneillon
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Deep set stone steps flicker with the light Of swaying tree branches and city swept Leaves.
Brown and red, sticking in crannies and gutters and Slick from the morning mist, these autumn fingers and hands Find their grip against closed shop doors.
Those little scratching feet leave their mark Like animal-shaped shadows As their voices lift and shriek into the air.Posted By sonneillon On 04.29.2013 @ 6:13 am
It’s that hard slam against shoulder, Side, elbow, as you collide Setting off a vibration that travels from Your toes to the tips of your fingers That leaves you breathless. It’s that dizzying feeling down South-East-West-oh-God and You’re stuck with the shakes And his name on your tongue As he claims your lips.Posted By sonneillon On 02.06.2013 @ 11:43 am
Mary leans over the pot of boiling water, prodding the pasta with a fork. The steam sticks to her face, and clings to her eyelashes.
When the front door creaks open, only then does she turn away from the meal. His broad shoulders are framed by the kitchen door, suitcase at his side. A smile breaks out across her face, as the water overflows from the pot and sizzles on the hot plate.Posted By sonneillon On 02.04.2013 @ 1:15 pm
You’re like a storm – Lightning eyes, and rough cheeks Soft sweep of lips And a golden glow that peeks out Between jeans and shirt. It’s this constant fight To keep my fingers to myself And your lazy smile Leaves the fastest beat, Squeezing the air from my lungs With a suppressed gasp. A stutter. I’m drowning and hoping.Posted By sonneillon On 02.03.2013 @ 10:34 am
Lips, tongue, mouth Fall against my own In a furious tug of war Eyes, hair, skin – Soft – and I can feel you talking Through your fingertips And the vibration of your body Against mine. Trailing sparks over your arms, You shiver and gasp In a goodbye, In a surrender I’ll never forget.Posted By sonneillon On 01.31.2013 @ 11:49 am
Like insurgents running from the shore Chasing and panting, It slides and captures. Cunning and Crazed, it grabs onto boots And flying limbs, Itching to pull them under. Icy fingers twitch, beckoning them closer, To show them the green and slippery Graves below.Posted By sonneillon On 01.30.2013 @ 12:01 pm
Shoes beat the road In a weird stacatto Of hard breaths and a catch That starts deep in the throat. Tripping feet and bloodless Fingertips Try catch the cross beams Of passing cars But with a drop, Light curves over lips and hip and hair And the “no entry” sign ahead Blinks red and white and blue Before all sound stops.Posted By sonneillon On 01.26.2013 @ 12:48 am
One deep breath. That’s all it took to move out of that hunched position on the floor.
She lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to get air to move in and out of her lungs and slow her crazy heart. She clutched at the ends of the carpet, her knuckles turning white with the tight grip, the nailpolish on her nails chipping.
Tomorrow.Posted By sonneillon On 01.24.2013 @ 12:00 pm
It’s a small mercy when your mouth clamps shut and instead, you talk with your finger tips and feather touch. My body hums, finding a beat, a rhythm in a silence of gapes and gasps. And with a slow fury, I am the one fighting for words, tripping and stuttering, grasping for that last sweet note.Posted By sonneillon On 01.23.2013 @ 12:01 pm
Red wine lips smacked sweetly, sticky and tacky, leaving imprints on the glass. Once-white teeth glowered back at me. It was like she had bitten into some bleeding carcas and I struggled to keep my shiver of disgust hidden.
Sitting before her made everything too real. She existed. This existed. My fingers battled silently in my lap, my leg bouncing, my brain racing. What the fuck had I got myself into?Posted By sonneillon On 01.22.2013 @ 12:12 pm
With feet propped up on the old oak table in her office, she applied her lipstick using a pocket mirror. The wood groaned under the weight of her legs, and with every shift, her leather boots creaked, adding music to the silence.
The last of the day’s light filtered through the blinds. With a last dab and glance at her reflection, Audrey lifted her gaze to the clock.Posted By sonneillon On 01.20.2013 @ 11:51 am
Sitting in straight back chairs, we stick to the wood, our thighs slipping slightly as we move. I hear a chink of ice, the glug of liquid and I can’t help but lick my lips.
“Choose a card,” he says, but I can’t think. It’s like a green house in here, and all I can think of is a glass of cool, cool water, swimming pools and airconditioning. But the slap of cards and clink of chips on the mahogany brings me back to the reality of it all. I’m in this to win, or not at all.Posted By sonneillon On 01.17.2013 @ 12:10 pm
With a sleepy smile, she rolled over, ignoring the size of the bed. Two of them laying side by side on a single was almost impossible. But in the musty motel with the sound of the traffic outside, and the constant drip-drip of a leaky tap somewhere, she drifted into the white noise, into oblivion.Posted By sonneillon On 01.15.2013 @ 12:13 pm
She felt the bite. It skinned her wrists and clutched her ankles in a vice grip. Flexing her fingers and toes, she tried to get rid of the pins and needles, but it was useless. It was then she felt the soft whisper of breath on her shoulder, and the light rain of leather against her thighs.Posted By sonneillon On 01.10.2013 @ 12:23 pm
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph…” It was a soft uttering, but one filled with anger and hatred. The news flashed across the TV screen in skips and stutters, bottle blondes and celebrity gossip. Superficial banter and light discussion on the string of murders from this summer. Nothing like a pretty face and vague licentious backchat to soften the blow.Posted By sonneillon On 01.09.2013 @ 11:52 am