His shoes.

A short prose/poem concerning relationships from the past.

What have I done now?

What have Idone now?!

Bright yellow flowers wilting beneath the cruel heat of the Summer sun.

An empty porch swing awaiting the trespassers presence.



Forbidden make-out sessions on a retro electric vibrating chair that sat in her brothers room.

My damp skin kept getting stuck on the slick, cracked green vinyl of it's surface.



BANG! A gunshot shatters the silence!



Now I wear a dead mans clothes and live a stolen life.