toujours les tulipes

always the tulips that ushered forth the shadow of a memory in a half forgotten dream ©2015 jillterry | jillterry.com

Behind closed doors ~

She sat in the corner of that darkened room long after he’d gone; wine flowed and the candle flickered, shadows matching their rhythm danced wildly across the walls. If she breathed deeply his scent filled her senses, closed her eyes and felt his hungry touch; words poured forth, steady as tears that fell, she conjured

Enchanted

laurandrum

Another day dawning Another cathartic meltdown Alone in an empty bed Staring out the window at nothing Feeling the weight Absence of presence Heavy on her being And still it changes nothing As nothing said or done Ever has But to turn love To a toxic Dangerous Poisonous mess Of her own accord Of her

Fallen

From Yggdrasil fallen to the cold hard ground my heart rotting forgotten to blow away in the wind ©2013 jillie Jillterry.com