writing

Marks

Fire-crackers in the east my car parked south  Your hands on my cheeks your shoulder in my mouth I was up against the wall on the west mezzanine We rattle this town, we rattle this scene Anna Sun – Walk The Moon  – One hand wrapped in her hair, the other at her throat. She was …

Quickie

Sorry for no posts lately, it’s been a madhouse between work and last week being terrible. Life goes on, right? He placed a hand between her shoulders and pressed until she bent forward, pressing her hands to the wall. Fingers trailed down her back raising goosebumps along her skin.  “You need this, don’t you?” His …