When did we become so sensitive as a people? When every word uttered leads to offense taken A glance speaks volumes to our fragile hearts And we’d fall apart piece by piece
I What makes someone pick a flower knowing it’ll wilt and die? Why do we lay claim to beauty knowing we’ll only destroy it?
My birth was a disaster in so many ways. The doctor, in a rush to free me from the restricting force of my mother’s uterus, damaged nerves pulling me out. My limbs are useless on my left side, but I’ve learned to get around and have adapted ways to care for myself. It’s not the …
The heavy metallic scent hit him before he opened the door. He paused, hand squeezing the knob, debating whether he should return to the safety of his car. Tamping down the nauseating combination of nerves and twisted excitement, he entered the house. It hit him like a wall. The thick, tinny smell became an iron …
Arousal is a delicate thing More than the flowering of her cunt, More than wet desire coating plump lips. She’s seeking that mind-body connection Creeping into her being Deeper than a cock could plunge Stretching the walls of her psyche Leaving her breathless, crying out The name of her lover on her lips The one …
What does it mean for you to obey me? His question bounced around in her mind as she struggled to quell the tremble of her limbs. She’d assumed her practiced pose the moment she’d walked into the room, trying to ignore both her discomfort and irritation at waiting there for him. The ache in her …
Resentment Not a response you’d expect Here I stand I hum with arousal I sing with regret Picturing your fingers tracing Gliding, tickling, tracing Down the curve of my spine “You’re mine” A jolt of desire A hiss of despair As I let you touch Wake and take Those secret parts of me I shiver …
I’m… Uncomfortable right now. That makes no sense, but it encompasses my feelings perfectly. Uneasy, awkward, unsure all express my current state. Full of good stories that I’m not putting to page Frustrated by my current relational state, but unwilling to change it Unbelieving of the supposed appreciation sent my way (job/personal life/in general) Overwhelmed …
My life is a series of check-ins. The cool surface of the keyboard or the smooth glide of the iPhone are the only touch I know. “New alert for you, Deidre. Rachael liked your photo.” Rachael, my friend from college. She used to stay over in my room to study for Organic Chem and we’d …
This wanted to be a story, but it’s the last day of poetry month so I tweaked it a bit. His handshake told me secrets Tight, but not too tight Slightly calloused palms And unbelievable heat I knew in two seconds His attitude, aptitude The depth of his command And his ability to direct me …