Dropped from Heaven
Pack of Seaweedi gave him ten years, he gave my place to his first lovethis time the tears were minewhen i left him, my husband begged me to come backlike a handprint on my heart
From that day on, Terrence disappeared from the balcony across the street.
The man who knelt on the cobblestone path that night disappeared along with his desolate cries, as if he was consumed by the night.
In the apartment, I held a cold pack to Steven's swollen cheek. He hissed from the sting, ocean-blue eyes filled with confusion. Every now and then, he glanced at me, then at the door.
After a long silence, he tried to find the words he'd learned from his dictionary, stringing them together.