Shadow Play

Everything is beautiful at dawn.  Shadows dance against my cinder block prison, hiding the slave I have become.  The mundane is made to look beautiful, the domestic looks artistic.  Each morning brings hope as I pray for my prince.

Bread

Georgia pulled the bread out of the oven and placed it to cool.  She made bread for Danny each Friday as an after-school treat. It had been months since she baked. The bell rang at the school. Her house remained quiet. Georgia sliced the bread and ate in agonizing silence.

Spring Thaw

The frozen edge of your love scrapes my skin.  I lick it, knowing my tongue will freeze to you. Immobilized, helpless, and at your mercy, I wait for the spring thaw, and hope for new growth.