No speaking (d)

I wake up in a meadow of green grasses, heavy with grain. The flowers of late summer, nodding their heads in the afternoon sun, greet me.

Someone walks up and sits beside me. I stand and move behind him, combing his dark copper hair. I then braid it in the fashion of the local warrior, over the ears and down the back of his head. He looks up, expectantly, waiting for me to speak. I do not.

After, I lie back down and go back to sleep.

He leaves, going back to his war.

Point of no returning (p)

I reached it;
the vanishing point.
Acquaintances do that
yes, you know.

piscean (d)

can't breathe in water
discover that I'm a fish
and caught on a hook

No (p)

I don't miss you,
not one bit.
I don't care,
not one whit.
I'm not crying,
no really, I'm not.
I'm not worried,
not a little, not a lot.
There's nothing for me
that time won't take care of.
There's no one out there
and no such thing as love.

Confusion (d)

The inhabitants of the cave look warily at the newcomer. She sits at the entrance, waiting.
She isn't sure why she's there, last she remembered she was going into the building where she worked and everything went blinding white.