6IXTY contains minute-long short stories, written to satisfy an internal itch. Fleeting thoughts shared for easy, simple consumption.

Close Your Eyes

Close your eyes. That’s the only way you’ll see me now. I’m not around. I won’t see you again. I don’t want to hear your voice. I don’t need to know. How you feel, what you’re doing, what you think.

Close your eyes. I’m not there. Dream about me. Hear my voice. Shudder from my touch. My hands on you. Buried inside you. Imagine me bitch.

Close my eyes. It’s all gone. All erased. You’re replaced. New phone, who this? Sorry, I forgot. Life moves fast. You don’t need to know. How I feel, what I’m doing, what I think.

Close my eyes. You’re not there. I’m not thinking about anything.

Close your eyes. Do you let me echo in your mind? Let me go. Let it go. What you remember, that’s not me. I don’t care. What I’ve become is none of your concern. We are not the same. The moment has passed.

Close your eyes. Don’t look for me. I’m not there.


A Red Balloon