Open Heart Closure (XXI)

Tristan shed the paralyzing ambiance of the bathroom with the swiftness of doffing a water-saturated cloak. In a few steps, he was into the short hall, then heading towards his cache of belongings. It didn’t take him long to gather up his scant possessions.  They were haphazardly strewn about the room.  After all, he hadn’t […]

Open Heart Cataclysm (XIX)

Tristan rose, unhurriedly, from his kneeling position.  He turned, and made his way back to the bathroom.  He moved in a confidently, curiously relaxed manner. When he returned to his prior position, facing the mirror, he brought his hand up and regarded the object pinched between his fingers. It was several inches long, made of […]

Open Heart Fragmentation (XVIII)

As if struck by an intense arctic chill, time slowed to a desperate crawl, with each nanosecond feeling like prolonged seconds, or excruciatingly exaggerated minutes. The curious, planet like orb, slowly descended through the stale air of the bathroom.  It floated towards the counter with the speed of a slowly descending soap bubble. The black […]

Postcards

All of those deep, sobbing, regrets, every cringe, and internal unsettling, felt, when trying to kiss, someone else, as passionately as I kissed you; while you’re selfish-stuck with your vapid substitute, each, and every, excruciating second, sparks of memory, should remind you of what a truly amazing person, partner, lover, could be, and how incredibly […]

Eron’s Void

Eron sat, placidly, palms down, atop the rough pine, at the long, cheap, unfinished, wooden workbench. In some considerations, in a different setting, and under alternative light, the bench may have been a table.   But here, it was not. Eron tilted his head to the left, and glanced at the few dozen, closely-packed people, positioned […]

Open Heart Assimilation (XV)

Tristan stood at the shore of an expansive lake.  He searched the twilight for a shore across the water, but he found little definitive evidence, beyond a far-off treeline, to determine an end to the liquid mirror. His feet impressed upon the soft, damp, ghostly, grey and silver sand.  He pinched small chunks between his […]

Open Heart Devouring (XIV)

With the fingers of his right hand still pinching the key, Tristan held the panel open, and his left hand maintained it’s grip on the large section of muscle and flesh.   Tristan was frozen for several moments, as he took in the unorthodox scene, reflected into his eyes from the mirror.  Several droplets of crimson […]