Love Messages in the Digital Age by rileysun20, literature
Literature
Love Messages in the Digital Age
I read your texts
over and over
Bubbles popping next to my name
Until my fingers still
Hovering
Uncertainty backspaces the letters
Until the box is empty again
Look at us
Dancing around
Never touching, never talking
Two magnets with the same polarity
Too alike
Always pushing each other away
And I can see your green light
And I'm begging you silently
Please
Please
Type
I can't
But what is there to say?
Everything is all too clear and
yet all uncertain
And I put the phone face down
Because I can't go first
But I can't stand to watch you leave
When will this line snap
The one tied around our hearts
The damage will only get worse
The lo
Past, Present.....Future Questionable. by rileysun20, literature
Literature
Past, Present.....Future Questionable.
She loved him for the happy memories
For the laughs of their childhood selves
For the first blush of foolish, stumbling, innocent love
For the first delicious pain of heartbreak
God knows why he loved her, or if he did.
Time rolls on, crushing and tumbling people into new shapes. Contentment is achieved and friendship rules peacefully. The violent colors of both love and heartbreak fade into grey eventually.
But a dusty star sprinkled night seems to infuse their colors again, with burning liquid moonlight as the elixir to turn back time. Skin grows soft and warm and honest in flickering firelight. Life roughened edges disappear. Wishes are
Little Things: Chapter 1 by rileysun20, literature
Literature
Little Things: Chapter 1
Little Things
“Mr. Lestrade-“
“D.I.”
“D.I. Lestrade. Since this is your first appointment, I’d like to talk about what brought you here.”
“Well…that’d be a cab, I suppose.” The weary-looking man tried to chuckle and failed. He didn’t continue, just shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the sofa, avoiding the other’s intent gaze.
“Greg, what happened? What made you so desperate?”
He looked at the psychiatrist, then down at his hands, spreading them in a helpless gesture.
“Little things.”
Like Di
New Year's Decisions
The grey dawn was lightening into an icy, equally grey day when Greg Lestrade arrived home. Molly lay curled up on their bed, a ginger kitten cuddled against her middle. Greg smiled at the pair and loosened his tie, slipping it over his head. As he changed out of his work clothes, Molly stirred, then looked up sleepily from atop the fluffy white duvet.
“I thought you had to work?”
“No, Hanson came in. Wanted the overtime, and I don’t fancy a double shift on New Year’s as much as I used to.”
He climbed in bed next to h
It's cold inside your angry soul.
And you're freezing
Your eyelashes crunch with icicles
Every time you blink
Robotically.
The thermostat unchanging
Because if you change it
You'll melt
Into pools of lukewarm tears
Seeping away to nothing.
Alone.
Because
If someone touches you
The heat of their hands
Of their still-warm hearts
Burns.
One handprint
Seared forever
On your frozen blue skin
The reason for your icy burrow.
Memories
Flesh bubbled and reddened
Horrid stench as
Agony stole your scream
And left you gasping.
Five fingers and a hollow palm
Eternal reminder painted in dead ash
Snow white.
Cold numbed the throb