Today I feel naked and vulnerable and more than ever I wish I had his arms to lie in. I need him to lift my chin and speak sense into me and tell me I can be exposed before him. Everything feels like I’m on repeat. I’m sure I’ve done this before. Felt this pit […]
He dips his pen into the inkwell. Lifts it carefully, tapping it gently on the edge of the jar before moving back to his paper. His fingertips, forever stained with the heavy black ink, never hesitate. Not a moment passes where there aren’t thoughts and ideas swirling inside his heart and mind, stories to be […]
Hey. Fuck you. Yeah, you. That’s right, I said it. Fuck. You. Don’t like my art? Don’t look at it. Don’t like my words? Don’t read them. Think I’m here to steal your man/lover/etc? Fuck you. You don’t know me. You know nothing, NOTHING about me. Take your assumptions somewhere else. You don’t know my […]
Keep your mouth shut, little bitch. Ain’t nothing you got to say that means nothing important. Get on your knees and scrub the floors clean, clean, ever clean. Every crack and crevice, nook and cranny need special attention. Your sharp eye and a toothbrush ought to do the trick. Today. Silence surrounds. Schk-Schk-Schk. But even […]
Allison is the queen of the world. No. Not the queen. She’s the star and director. We all play our parts according to Allison’s will. Oh, Allison needs more attention, oh-no! there’s trouble at work, can you help her out?! Allison needs you to do something for her, has she told you how wonderful you […]
When I held him in my arms, he was so small. So small. I cried oh god how I cried. I asked, is there anything we can do? The doctor said, I’m sorry no, he’s just too small. I cried harder. Please, I’ll do anything, anything at all. Please. Please! Save him! Let him live, […]
It dawned on me today that I am a writer. I have always ALWAYS viewed myself as an artist. Since I was a little kid able to actually think of myself as ‘something’, I’ve been an artist. One who is never quite happy with her art because the OCD surfaces: lines got to be formed […]
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Imagine that grown, creepy men have been trying to fuck you since you were ten years old. Imagine one of them did, and when you told people, no one believed you. Imagine agonizing over what to wear before you leave the house because you know you’ll be judged for whatever…
How many times had they sat opposite this very table from one another? Dozens. A hundred? They had been friends for years, him and her. Seen each other through thin times and thick. Friends. Good friends. She through a divorce. He through a massive breakup (though he would never tell her what all went wrong […]
running along dark twisting paths she dare not glance behind her she knows it is fangs and drool and glowing eyes that haunt her she trips but regains her balance keeps running, keeps running her skin damp with fear unwashed hair covers her eyes how long has she run like this her terror, his eyes, […]
