Was? Is.

I had a girlfriend once. And a boyfriend. And a husband. Yes, at the same time. Yes, they all knew about each other.No, they weren't all together too.Well, my husband and my girlfriend were. And my boyfriend was my girlfriends husband. So we were all together in some ways I suppose. Were? Was?Were... Was... It …

Processing…

(TRIGGER WARNING- SA) I was told recently that I 'take a long time to get over things'. And I know it wasn't meant in malice, or said to make me feel any sort of way; but the truth is, it hurt. A lot. From the outside I can see how it would seem that I …

To Be(lieve), or Not to Be(lieve)

The trick is to never let yourself believe them. Care for them, let them make you laugh, let them win you over.Give them hope and promises for forever. But never believe them when they say they're going nowhere. Want them, want their bodies and their hearts and their smiles.Earn them. Take them. Hold them. Fuck …

Sub Space

They say it over and over- You just seem so independent. (You never ask for help)You're a strong woman.(You're maybe a little cold) But you're such a control freak.(Everything has to be done your way)Why would you let a man treat you that way?(Why do you like being bound, beaten, and degraded like that?) They're …

Heartbeats

Thump, thump, thump. He catches her eye and she smiles at him. He waves. She waves back. Beautiful eyes she thinks. Cute kids he thinks. They both keep walking. Thump, thump, thump. She pours his coffee, he asks her name.Which pie's the best? A quick banter. A slice of cherry.A bill brought, a tip left. …

Earthquakes

His eyes- cobalt spheres, a deep blue depth; enticing, luring, beckoning towards the abyss of an unfamiliar darkness, a chasm of hunger and want. The darkness in his eyes a stark contrast against cream skin. Thick sun-kissed stubble frames the dusty rose curve of his lips. A bright easy smile envelopes a devious tongue. His …

Prayers

I believe that the preacher man is trying to save my soul and if I was just a little bit better, a little quieter, a little less me, I would be safe from an eternity of torture and pain. I believe, because I am told to believe.

Oceans

I part her with my tongue, slipp...

Never Touching; Touching Everything.

Headlights cut through the flitting snowflakes through my window. My heart races. He’s here. Why is he here? He left a party. Left his buds. Left the booze. For what? Supernatural reruns. Stale Doritos. A worn merlot loveseat. Snoring, slumbering toddlers; one wall away. Sobriety. Reruns. Toddlers…. Why is he here? Our hands rest inches …

Broken Toys

If you heard the thoughts in my head,You would think me mad. Defective. A limbless baby doll, swept under the bed.Forgotten. A racecar with missing wheelsbeneath the stove.Discarded. A teddy bear with no stuffing,between the couch cushions.Abandoned. If you knew every tear that I shed, you would think me damaged.Broken. No one plays with broken …