writing

New Here

The city swallows me whole A comforting closeness A creeping isolation Strangers brushing by Arms, coats, bags touching Lives lived separately Space shared in proximity Get lost to be found here Immersed in, surrounded by Buildings and people A part of, apart from A city with a heartbeat I can feel in my chest

Become Cara

So, without realizing it, my year anniversary flew past. I figured I should at least make note of the event and chit-chat a bit. I’ve wondered who I’ve become.  I was under a completely different pen name and blogging site last year, but the threat of exposure forced my hand.  Ultimately I have to thank …

Frustration

Just a feeling, right? Until it becomes a tangible thing More than a lump in my throat More like I’m choking to death I’m a sensitive soul Offended by my upset sensibilities Can’t quit my job, can I? But enduring isn’t as fun as I thought it’d be What’s bubbling up is this urge To …

Wound Tight

I need to write! She squeezed her eyes shut, jaw clenching as she tried to hold herself together. The race of her heart filled her ears, eclipsing the rush of her breath as it hissed from her. A lesson in utter concentration. A lesson in self control. The air brushing over her flushed skin was …

You Decide

Inspired by this story. It’s just hard to articulate… “You can get your ass beat right here or we can go down to the basement and talk privately.” Shane shoved her backwards, jabbing her hip into the counter. Before she could gather her wits, he trapped her between his body and the dishwasher.  Wrapping his …

Rocked

Haven’t done a prompt in forever so I’ll tackle 5SF Prompt: Ache — 1. In spite of her silence, the knock came again. Macy’s stomach twisted, fear and her too long ignored hunger gnawing her belly the closer she came to the door, to her fate. Throwing it open, she came face-to-face with her own …

Good Kind Of Messy

We roll around in filthy fun Sex, emotions, insatiable lust Dirty stuff staining our skin Coating lips and throat Bodies reeking of it The fragrance of mutual exchange Won’t leave this spot Until we’ve soaked it all up The best of our mess The brunt of our desire Slacked in powerful waves That ruin more …