i could hear the silence between our spaces.

by Adrianna Calvo
by Adrianna Calvo

On the loneliest grass field, we stood before the three-feet monster holding its last eye. As we gathered our blooming smiles, it blinked to capture our new memory. The skies dipped its head to cover its light clouds; the sun did some little pirouettes to send its glow to us. In a demon-filled promised land, we rose.

We took the picture from its mouth before you promised we would become the roots of the tall trees near the field. We would kiss with lingering touches and breathe with the remains of heat. If others had not yet found their reason to live, we would, if we had not yet. If they had died within the hands of their other, we would not—we would be the evidence of living in the given lives.

But the picture caught the fires of tomorrow until it turned into the crushed bones of the present.

We got older without aging. We met death the same way we met ourselves. We coined the idea of departure from stagnation. I thought we would lay down on the moist green grasses to watch the doves sing our tunes; instead, we slept throughout the day to stay in the unrevealed darkness of our souls.

In a slow etiquette, we faced our ghosts; the empty spaces of our eyeholes.

You made me lose hope in a hopeless situation.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: