Cara Thereon

I am a writer who wants nothing more than to express myself through my words. I'm old enough to write what I like and live where the weather suits me best.

Time for it 

“Are you still free tonight?” “I’m sorry, but I can’t now. The baby is sick and my girl needs me to come home to help. You know I wouldn’t cancel for any other reason.” I registered it, I recognized the excuse for the valid one it was, but my heart heard… “You are not my …

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I am Complicit in my own demise  In my bound hands and my spread thighs  I beg for it  Bend over for it  It trembles in my every cry  The answering thrusts render me speechless  Remind me that need will drive a woman  To drink, to beg, to lie…  On her back and recieve with …

Toxic

Something I wrote over 2 years ago that makes me think of relationships gone wrong. I’ve read my share of stories (real and imagined) that have a toxic feel. — I watch the scratches as they appear on your face as if from a distance. How can rage, pain, and love live so comfortably inside …