I sit here today and I think of you. I think of you often, everyday even, but today it’s supposed to be different because today is your birthday and it both is different and isn’t different all the same. The missing you is still the same, the cruel way the brain can skip down memoryContinue reading “Discourse on Grief”
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questions
Me and my crystals and mywine. My feelings are so fucking loud I can’t drownsuffocateforgetleave behind. Everything sticks to megoodand bad. It permeates my skin itforms my being.I am an amalgamation of my experiences. Balance balance balance!!!! All I seek is balance. No wait all I seek is to be seen…..understood. What do you doContinue reading “questions”
Discourse on Duality
There exists in me so many versions, “duality” doesn’t seem to cover it. Yet, I guess anything can be broken down into binaries…I am many versions of myself. I am all sorts of confluencing parts & pieces, so often seemingly at odds, by their very nature. I worry I am both too smart and notContinue reading “Discourse on Duality”
what doesn’t kill you
Grief is a big feelingthat comfortably stretches out over timeexpanding & contractingunable to be contained She will consume you if you let herthe deep dark cavernous hallsshe’ll show you deep inside The fire burnsbut does she devour inwards or outwardswhat is life without suffering,the perfect partner to pleasure My tears they fall like rainand yetContinue reading “what doesn’t kill you”
hot hot heat
The casual caliente nature that is evoked by the sounds of a Spanish guitarFeeling the soft, sticky hot breeze.A lick of my salty smooth skin. My hips move to the music,the way the leaves sway gently in the wind.I glisten, I glow. A warmth, a devilish nature.I’ve always had this thing inside me;burning passion readyContinue reading “hot hot heat”
reflections on being
I struggle to write the right thing,always concerned with if I sounddeep enough, consumable enoughlike, would I like this if I read it on instagram? Is it relatable enough? Trendy enough?Did I reference the right thing? Do I have the right problems?Or is it just obvious and contrived. Is this my inner critic?Or a glimpseContinue reading “reflections on being”
First Encounter
I could write about storms or sunshine, I could regale you with tales of drama and debauchery, or I could lament, but oh how I’ve already lamented (can one ever lament too much though, really?). Surely those aren’t the only options but less I digress into endless list making and distract myself from the taleContinue reading “First Encounter”
dangerous liaisons (the best friend)
There’s a first time for everything, I guess. I never imagined there would be a first time for this though. As I lay in bed, watching the morning light streaming through the haphazard blinds, casting lazy shadows on the hardwood floor, I couldn’t help but flash back to scenes of last night. How could somethingContinue reading “dangerous liaisons (the best friend)”
the heat of may
I had just done something I’ve never done before. Sure I had written stories like that before, I had posted them online, read by my friends and enemies alike, inhibitions truly free, but never before had I written a story specifically for someone. With someone in mind. His essence dripping from word to word, hisContinue reading “the heat of may”
madness under moonlight
Abigail looked out at the sprawling vista before her, the flickering hues of orange and yellow grazing the tree tops and bathing the valleys with golden light, while the first hints of the days crepuscule spilled over, threatening to bathe the very same hills and valleys in darkness. She shuddered as she considered the brevityContinue reading “madness under moonlight”
pretty words for wicked girls 