An Education

If you haven't yet seen this film, please do.
It is lovely.

Right Before The Spring

Jane slipped her sudsy fingers under the spilling saucer and sipped silently on sapphire colored tea.

Peacefully.

Algid

(via Style Rookie)

Garish fluorescent lights reflect nauseously off a thick layer of snow.

I stand beneath their beam
and crush snowflakes in my fingers like cigarette cinders

as if the world were an ashtray for the gods.

Acquaintance

I just don't think I like you as much as you deserve.

Nouvelle Annee

I have made you my anchor.
I will never stray, nor sail away.

Ornamented Memory

(photograph by Sally Mann)

The brown bear, her first Christmas gift
was defenseless,
when with beet colored breath
Jane gnawed and shredded his skin.

Her cotton teeth closed over each grainy strand of stuffing
while her lips cracked over the texture of tears.

The December winds kicked noisely outside.
A small bag of rocks sat firm and small inside of her throat.

Lodged, locked, lonesome.

First of December

The wind whipped Jane's long hair
till it struck her cheekbones in fury

a thick thud that
drew blood.