Laura Evans Sends Her Regards


The air is frigid. 

It cuts the back of my throat like freshly shattered glass. 

I walk through the alley catching my breath and I see you out of the corner of my tired eyes. 

Even now, the simplicity of writing this seems foolish,  because in that small moment our souls found each other. 

Two halves of one darkness have looked up and locked in as time stood still just to whisper a warning...

No need to speak

No care to explain

As the Moon grows older and the snow begins to melt the tether becomes binding.

Chained and bound as I am hung up to dry with all my flowers.

Pressed between fire and ice I have no choice...

The depth of your ability to render me powerless pulsates my every nerve. 

There is no way out for us

As the frigid air fills my lungs for the final time and the weight of your non-existent touch breaks my knees, you pull me through cotton and inject your veins.

There is no telling how this ends... it won't. 

I'll meet you again after this coiled love takes us to our graves

Over and over

Those same eyes meet mine

Lighting a fire that will be our demise.



Written by Samantha Gendreau 

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