[…] 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
Five days of silence I can hardly recall now Your eyebrows’ arches Five days of silence When you touch her, do you see Me? Her? Your future? Five days of silence I remind myself again This is your normal Five days of silence I want to scream and mean it: Sorry won’t … Continue reading 5 7 5
She made it to her room, still dry faced, all of maybe ten steps across the landing from his room to her own. She put down her book, tablet and mobile, and felt her vision blurring as she turned. The bed came naturally, her only warm solace in her always below desired temperature room. The … Continue reading She made it to her room
I don’t for a minute believe that you don’t know what I’m wanting. It’s obvious. I’ve asked for it, in so many words, so many times, spelled it out loud. You know. You ignore it. Maybe, in your head, you justify it - “she’s better off without” “she’s just being cute” “she doesn’t really mean … Continue reading Resented request