Serena

The night is young and restless As the candlelight glitters on her face She’s all dressed up in black silk With eyes that betray her frenzied search. She wears an unlikely grimace As her wine’s insipid, yet she sips on, A mere ploy to kill time; To fill a vacant void. I name her, Serena; … Continue reading →

The crush

The boy focused his eyes at the empty arch staring back at him. With every twist and turn of its ornate stone, it spoke to him of the days gone by. Barely twenty-one, he felt like his scrawny arms had shouldered the weight of the world. It came to him as if it were yesterday. … Continue reading →