[…] a loveless marriage may have been the catalyst for my entrance to this picture of familial unbliss as a shadow over your marital bed. That is, if there was such a thing. But you two do not share a bed, or even a postcode. The ties that bind you are two little men bearing your resemblance, … Continue reading close your eyes and scream
I know your signs. I know them by heart. They scream the words you would not say, even now, after all these years. I make believe that I know what is hiding between the lines, fooling myself that 7 years have made me an expert of your unspoken. Your capital sentences – you’re typing on … Continue reading I know your signs
"this" - his hungry fingers gently squeezed the soft hill around my left hip upon which, starting from the deep valley of my hip crease, they have been tracing and climbing every silver path - "is perfection."
“are you angry at me?” “no … just … feel numb” Happy 7th. We’ve made it.
I hurt You hurt I hurt You Hurt Me You Hurt me I hurt You hurt I hurt you You hurt me We hurt We don’t talk Fight, goddamn it. Fight. Fight through your pain and hurt feelings and bruised ego and all that’s left of your self-preservation. Against all odds, because … Continue reading Hurt
who said hi to me, and winked, while we walked past each other on the path earlier today. Or maybe it was “hey”? or “hello”. I can’t quite recall. I know I said hi. And I remember the wink of that right eye. Question: Why? Did I remind you of someone you know? Do you … Continue reading To the guy
She was doing that half smile thing, her lips curling up and down at the same time, the way - she’s noticed in the mirror - that looked most cute on her. She looked up at him and lowered her eyes, the movement repeating a few times while the smile trembled on her lips. “Permission … Continue reading Permission to be happy