your skin is uncharted territory. it is not solid teflon. it is tissue and fat and bristles of hair. and you have to constantly remind yourself that. you bite back words, like a muffled mad dog, when you look in the mirror. i wonder why you view your bones as knives that incise your spirit … Continue reading talking bodies
i never questioned the quietness. sometimes, it's effortless sighs between breaths. sometimes, it's the sound of wind wheezing through cracks in window panes. and sometimes it's the lust that clubs the air from my lungs and yours like criss-crossed yarn of a knitted sweater. my taste buds encapsulate your words like sea shells do pearls. … Continue reading birth of venus
liberation couldn't cure her. flashbacks of his cold fingers digging into her skin; the sound of his low grunting; the sweat b e t w e e n his toes that left imprints on the wooden floor; the smell of his tobacco and her blood reminded her of his allure- his repulsive allure; the scars … Continue reading liberation
Welcome to the Heartbreak Games! she stands 9 feet away from him, facing the arch of his back, wailing to the heavens. his spine rattles at the sound of her shrieking but he does not stir. her eyes wander to the bleachers where hushed voices erupt like the breaking of a dam. "this is it," … Continue reading Welcome to the Heartbreak Games!
if you're quiet enough, would you hear it growl? no, i speak not of the wolf, not of the lion, but of the monster in your head. we all have hideous beasts hidden in the crevices of our minds. yet, we do not speak of them. because if we do, they are let loose- free … Continue reading growl
Patroclus only knew immortal love. his fingers stretched far and wide into the sand as he built castles. the only catalyst to his creativity was the melody of Achilles' flute, his exhales emerging like magic. the magnificent waves attempted to hush the song but even nature is powerless against the great king Achilles. to Patroclus, … Continue reading “Name one hero who was happy”
to a deadbeat dad, i've seen you relish the patriarchy. there are times when the living room smells like stale booze and there are times when the house is a clean sweep. your crippled soul can't bear to hold witness to the world's bountiful goodness, so you resort to cynicism. i have watched you whine … Continue reading daddy issues