The Pulse

The shrill piercing ┬áring accelerates my pulse, my heart thumps partially with longing. Stay! -Mumbled sincerely you say. The white crumpled sheet lifts, from the purple-hue beneath eyes. Darkness from the hallowing hour of the night engulfs me. The sound echoes into the corners of my soul. Pulls me out of a quiet, warm dream …

The Pearl

Deep purple bruises seed the wrinkled hand a pin cushion to life-sustaining lines, rasping breaths struggle to wait. For her daughter told her not to give in, to hold on until she could hold again, that sun-touched skin and face fate together. Faint pulsations weakened by countless memories. A whisper speaks through crinkled smile, of …