Stories tagged “symbolism”

  • Weaponry As An Equivalent To Intimacy

    He knew I wouldn’t shoot him. He knew that I couldn’t. He smirked at me, the exact same smirk he’d given me this morning as he walked out my door. He looked at me the same way when I was holding a gun as he did when I was holding a be...

  • For My Friend

    Her moon, like hurt, pales in the sun’s comfort; the warm light lifts what discourages with the mist— and this regal girl emerges with dark purple lips, pearls in her fists, and blue worlds of mackerel skies reflecting off of her soft emera...