Yannick Horik was the first boy to ever kiss her. He was German, they were five and preschooler romances were a serious thing. But her first “real” kiss didn’t come until high school – that kiss had involved tongue and a guy named Fredrick Basinger. He was a whole year older, and even though it … Continue reading First and last.
I hear the crunch of bone and everything runs slow. Like, in the matrix; time and space no longer matters. I am paused; hand resting on the door knob, heart in my throat, lungs caught midway between breathes. Then I see everything clearly. In this silence, I am able to finally process the … Continue reading Silence.
Mum and I are sitting at our kitchen table. The sun is full, cascading into the room dousing us with its warmth. In hushed tones we are attempting to discuss my future. She speaks to me voice slowly rising with each concerned thought. ‘I believe it’s best if… But in reality Selina… … Continue reading Black Out.
My psychologist says, that I become easily overwhelmed by “emotional clogs”. Too much information – too much stimuli – too many emotions – and, it’s goodbye rational thinking. My brain is a puzzle, each piece a different emotion or thought. Logically, I know they should all fit together. But I just can’t seem … Continue reading Blind.
It’s part of me – the Snap. It can be triggered by anything. One minute I’m fine and the next, I’m fucking not. I’m a grenade, just pull my pin and I’ll explode. Sometimes it’s meaningless things; like – someone chewing loudly. You know the kind, wet and right up in your … Continue reading Snap.
"Relating to or involving blood or bloodshed; having the color of blood; blood-red" Reflected at me – mirrored teeth and eyes. Not mine, but yet they are. I rap my knuckles against my head, and peer deeper into the reflective surface, what happened last night? I remember kissing – touching – biting. Biting was not … Continue reading Sanguineous – Adjective
Ben is broke. Though most of us are ignorant as to how. Sure Ben has a job. He is the head of marketing for an international company after all and he’s just earned himself a raise. But with a raise comes more responsibility and longer hours, something Ben doesn’t necessarily need right now. Linley, Ben’s … Continue reading Broke.
No. Swipe left. No. Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe left! Swipe left!! Swipe left!!! Kate goes through the ridiculously repetitive motions of swiping left on her Tinder app. Her fingers not yet game to slide “right” across the screen. Ninety-nine percent of the men were a mixture of utter douchebags, misogynistic to the core; those … Continue reading Swipe.
"Arousing fear or awe" Malice And grace, Complimented perfectly Within one man. The ability to Bring one, Redoubtable To their knees. Passion And pain, He brings both. Warrior And lover; Feared And adored, A complex man indeed.
"Free to go or travel about; not confined by responsibilities" I've never been one for rules; I was born two weeks before my due date, I cheated my way through my L's permit And then crashed my mother's car, I kissed three boys in the one night, I stole Mars bars on a Sunday Using … Continue reading Footloose – Adjective
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