Literature
Encore for a Fallen Star
With biting teeth and a savage grip, the coldness of this evening digs into the marrow of my bones, infusing each and every one of them with a heaviness that promises not to fade unnoticed into the past. When I close my eyes, it demands that I recall those drunken, empty promises whispered during the thickness of a winter's night. Our own icy breaths and the constellations above were the only witnessesand if the stars disapproved then they did not comment, remaining blissfully silent and considerate enough to refrain from intruding on those stolen hours that we both craved with every blink of our glossed-over, all-seeing but sight-less