Pulse

Spiral' is dedicated to one person I know, but at the same time it stretches across the universe for all of us. With spirals at our back, what we hold in front becomes more precious. This art can be found at the Waxing Phoenix Virtual Gallery.

Some didn’t see him. Not really. Not in the quiet way he touched his shoulder mid-sentence, or how his voice dropped when they were alone, like love had weight and he didn’t want to break it.

Marianne’s name faded, the ink still brave: “Endless love, see you down the road.” The words glowed like a candle that refuses midnight.

Her heart stung in that familiar way, as if someone she hadn’t met had once broken it on her behalf. Outside, the wind bent the trees. Inside, she rewound the tape—not ready for the silence that followed.

She watched him from the back of the venue, where the lights didn’t reach, tears catching on her lashes as he sang a line she knew wasn’t for charts, but for them, the ones who had been bruised by believing too hard in the wrong people