A kiss

Hot and cold combine
Your lips tastes like strawberries
A frozen delight

Bored

I glance at my watch
Standing on the tiled platform
My yellow shoe falls.

Danger

If you are poison
I will be mad and drink and
Die in ecstacy

unpretty

my eye liner smears
black shadows on my wet cheeks
swift brush of the hand

Art Class

I paint a black cat
On a house, where the sun shines
And apples grow on trees

Clouds float in the sky
Girl twirls her red parasol
Up a grassy path

I tore the square page
Is this picture not perfect?
And threw it away.

Toothpaste

I sit on the edge of the bed
looking up at you
with a puzzled expression
a tooth brush poised in my hand
you said it's okay
and you don't mind
my lips
to taste like coffee
i excuse myself to the bathroom
and splash water on my face
wondering
how many girls you've told
it's okay
if they tasted
like strawberries
or
mint.

A Cut

I winced from a cut
Small, yet it bled profusely
Ruining my day.

frozen

ice on my lashes
i blink to see that the snow
has ended summer.

Pickpocket

At the counter,

color vanishes from her face.

She pulls out her pockets,

filled with tickets and lint.

(18 word stories)