Morning Flight

22310274_10210508451654338_8099977218505346740_n Lynn turns off the alarm clock and turns to stare out the window. The sky has a blanket of clouds keeping the sun at bay. Her hair fans out behind her, spread across the duvet. The dreams linger in the corner of her mind and she rubs her eyes in an attempt to erase them. She runs the tip of her fingers across her lips, remembering the brush of his against hers. Groaning, she rolls over, pulling a pillow over her head.

“Alright,” Lynn huffs, climbing out of bed. She pulls at the blinds and rests her forehead against the glass. A group of birds take flight from the telephone wires they were perched on.  Continue reading

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Feed Me Lies

feed-me-liesProducers create couples to be torn apart and

Playlists are filled with songs about broken hearts

Paintings are gloomy and dimmed with dark shades

Like red, black, brown and fifty shades of grey

Is the love story of our generation

A man in need of control and a woman fed delusions

 

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