LillianAlyse

James. They were just sitting there, glittering like jewels in the afternoon light. Bright blue, Aegean blue, the plastic prescription bottles sat in the medicine cabinet next to half-empty bottles of Aspirin, multi-vitamins and new can of shaving cream. I had never seen blue bottles before, just the dated orange-brown that had contained an endless stream of Zoloft, Effexor and Prozac. These bottles were different, special, the only unguarded pills I had seen in two years. They were meant for me. They had my name on them, if I were to speak figuratively. The literal name inscribed on them was Harrelson, Richard, but it didn't matter. A s

It was early morning when I ran home. The city followed after me with echoing pavement calls and I crashed head long into a night so delicate it broke against my bare skin I don't know this city In the breathless chill of almost-dawn I gathered up the shards of shattered dark and pocketed them I don't know you How long it will take for my fingers to worry them smooth? For new night to pass over the memory of this one in waves so that like sea glass, it will lose its shine and jagged edges but not its novelty; not its colour? I just don't know