Bad luck.

Latte.

Yesterday, I went out to buy a cup of coffee. I needed to get out of my room. It was raining when I walked in Starbucks. It was still raining when I walked out. The rain got heavier when I came back to the house. It seemed like it would never stop raining. I put my cup of coffee on the drawer, and there was a piece of paper. I took a sip of caffe latte. I was happy and felt warm when the steamed milk slid down my burning throat. I read. No more second sip. The coffee's aroma was frozen. I read what the paper said. It said: You should never leave me alone.

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Funeral.

She drinks too much coffee and lit too much cigarettes. She holds the tall cup of coffee and she says: that's my blood. She inhales the smoke and she closes her lips and she smiles: that's my soul escaping, going back. I ask her, to where. Where, she looks up, you don't know?, she mocks. I shake my head, no, baby, no, tell me. To the stars, of course, silly boy. She leans over; she blows her soul into mine, and we stay quiet. And I taste it, and it tastes like, how can I describe, like melted snow and glittery ash. Like something's dying but refuses to die; like her eyes and her spirit, I realize. And I realize one more thing, then another one, and I guess I love her, then I don't. She loves me, and she loves me not. She drops her cigarette in her cup of coffee. Time stops in a second. It's so quiet, I can hear somebody's crying. 

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The Sand Castle.

The girl

She runs

And runs

"Two more miles"

She thinks

Before she can reach the sea

And there's the sea

She hears the waves

And people are swimming

Drowning,

but not quick enough

To be suffocated

She tries to breathe but

She can't, her chest was broken two nights ago

In a dream

that she does not remember

She looks deep into the sea

And sees none

No fish

No water

A desert

Then she starts weeping

And the wind eats her cry

Leave no bones.