Sounds floated through the cracked door. The low murmur of voices, the scrape of chairs along the floor, silverware clattering against plates, and wine being poured seemed a distant buzz under the frantic beat of her heart. His moist breath fanned over the space where neck and shoulder met. Her naked skin pulled taut, goosebumps …
An interior of delicate lace Wrapped in a hard steel exterior The intricate workings of her being Hidden for a certain seeker
“Bitch.” The word launched from him like a bullet from a gun. If it could slice through the air and pick her off, he’d feel an ounce of relief from his pain. He sucked in a breath barely staunching the flow of words threatening to spill forth. His mind seethed with rage as he watched …
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A rush of emotion like the blush of a sunset If I could spell out the angst that covers me like dark clouds I’d retell the story of my soul “Once upon a time, there was this pretty brown-skinned girl with a heart full of hope” Oh, the stories I’d narrate to help that one …
This is like a splinter I can’t get out. It’s bothering the hell out of me! Recently, the news has been littered with the mass shooting done by a 22 your old because he’d been rejected one too many times by a woman. Twitter has spawned the hashtag #YesAllWomen in response to the feeling of …
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 …