Terror not confined just to the night Choices sneaking up to scare me Seeing future images I didn’t want Suppressing screams as I wait for reality to play out My special brand of insanity “Will I survive me” The questions I ask as I lie awake
1042 words — “Hands by your side. Don’t hide from me.” A flash of irritation hits me at his words. Hide from him? He made it sound like I was keeping secrets instead of covering up the rolls. Damn hard anyway since there are so many. It’s impossible to control the displeasure shifting my features …
I get the most intense pleasure from peeling back my skin and watching the blood bead up and roll down Better my teeth to make me bleed than your words to cut me to the quick The pain of that pleasure is too much to take
Unedited I’ll be… Leather clad, stiletto wearing, whip wielding woman. Stripes on your thighs, my heel in your back. Demanding my “Yes, Miss” so you’ll get pleasure from pleasing me. Pressing, commanding, “Strip for me. Right. Fucking. Now.” And you do. Making you like it, making you feel good because I’m making you do what …
I may be the only one like this, but I feel low after sex. No, the sex wasn’t bad. It just feels like I drop emotionally and am left feeling… Uncertain? Uncomfortable? Un-something. It may be the build up that makes the drop feel so hard. As if I’m reaching for a continued connection, but …
That last text? An unspoken farewell Good luck I hope it was good for you
I can be talkative, but sometimes I get quiet. Is it better to keep silent? I think some things need time to ruminate before it’s worth uncovering, saying. It’s necessary to process and figure out what the results and consequences of an action will be. I can’t see it yet so I can’t talk about …
You’ve startled me awake Made me long for one kiss And when longing turns to desire? Will you relieve me of this ache? I’ll wait to see, cautiously No one else has me this intrigued
“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 …
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 …