Forimortem Stories

A collection of stories inspired by the beautiful souls I've met along the way.

I am the body she remembers, not the man she needs.

Struck me with your thunder, and I will glow with your lightning.

I feel the way your metaphors glow but the label that held you is gone.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

I am a geography of breath and shimmer.

I wandered among the resting and found beauty where sorrow grows.

Maybe growth is the art of losing gently.

Devour me whole for I was yours to begin with.

People stayed far from you, the rare one yet my hand brushed you, and I witnessed the fragile bliss they never saw.

When the mist subsided, your eyes found me again.

I watch the sands vanish, blinking away my own existence.

Through snow I move, but with you the world becomes an ocean to surf together.

I have folded my wings so you may fly.

I hoped for your return, your warmth, your embrace, your soft whispers, and I have been waiting in silence for you.

I will stand beside you as the evidence that you were never imagined, you were always inevitable.

I feel everything more than I admit.

I saw you in winter, expensive aura glowing, scarves woven from moonlight, snow embracing you, mist cloaking my longing stare.

I'd weather every storm just to guard you.

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.