"Mayflowers?"

ten paces counted and he stopped, a smile for the old man behind the counter, 50 cents for the morning paper, no news still he wondered, turning around, ten paces counted and another stop, hat pulled down, eyes squint and looked up, she came to the balcony, looked down, saw him, and looked away.

rohit

flare

look up. brilliance hurts your eyes. tears well up as light rushes into your head. feeling sick you drop to the floor. the light intensifies, digging into your mind. your eyelids close, the light rushes through. it is all around you now, pouring into your body. you are the receptacle, you are the jelly.

erase

In her head

She lives in the house in my head. It has three floors and a four-poster bed. She is happy and secure with a family to adore. She adds a successful career and respect from her peers. She looks in the mirror and smiles, "Hi, Heather." If she is me why can't I be her?

Heather Haynes