[…] 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
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 have been learning your skin for over four years, without ever touching you, just observing from far away through the screen, the way your lips curl into an oh so rare smile and when you chuckle like a man turning into a boy for a moment, a boy long forgotten and perhaps lost in … Continue reading You
For a week, I didn't even want to say anything. Your last message was clear, your silence even clearer. And I had my resolve. If you can disappear without a word, then far be it from me to break the silence. I said my part, and anything more would be redundant and pathetic. But a … Continue reading Unsent Letter #4