BreatheBreathe in deeply Breathe out slowlyhear the whisper of a heartbeat Hear me.Breathe in. Breath out.Listen to the whisper Listen to me.Breathe in. Breathe out.Hold the silence. Hold meBreathe in. Breathe out.Understand the silence. Understand me.Breathe in Breathe out.Let it go Let me inBreathe in. Breathe out.Hear the whisper of a heartbeat Hear me.
Melody of memoryLose yourself in the melody of memoryIts sweet sonorous tonesnever ceasingstrings quiver in whispering heart beats with undertones of loveand the timber of passionSway to the endless tuneharmonious with longingdiscordant with sorrowthe past is ever clear and darkas tomorrows fade to yesterdays
Passive vs active flash fictionPassive"Time's up." The gun was cocked by her gloved hand. "What's your answer?""Same as it always has been. No." Her face was studied by his cold blue eyes from behind the gun's muzzle. "Did you think this would change that?" "Then this is good bye." The trigger was pulled with regret and hesitation. A half moment long cacophony was made and Rorschach patterns were painted on faded curtains by the bullet's spray. The dirty carpet was stained by his gore dripping head as it was scurried across by mice."I had hoped. But you always were the exception." Her voice was shaken by emotion. "Bastard."Active"Time's up." Her gloved hand cocked the gun. "What's your answer?""Same as it has always been. No." His cold blue eyes studied her face. "Did you thinks this would change that?"With hesitation and regret she pulled the trigger. The shot echoed, sending mice scurrying. The bullet sprayed Rorschach patterns on the faded curtains as it sailed throu
Flash fiction Passive."Time's up." The gun was cocked by a gloved hand. "What's your answer?""Same as it always has been. No." Her face was studied by his eyes. "Did you think this would change that?" "Then this is good bye." The trigger was pulled with regret and hesitation. The floor was crossed by scurrying mice as the shot echoed. Rorschach patterns were painted by the bullet's spray as it sailed through his calcium cranium. The chair creaked as his body slumped against it, the carpet beneath was stained by his gore dripping head."I had hoped. But you always were the exception." Her voice was shaken by emotion. "Bastard."
Who are you? And what is it?Uncaring, I turn the dials of your painJust to make your breath steamIt must be just the right temperature.I make you scream every morningJust so I can start the day.I drink it as your wails subside.Callously I leave you all but emptyJust so I can be all but fullThe day just can't start without it.I all but drown youJust to make sure It will be there when I need it.