Here I stand,Bound to you,Chained by history,Restrained by love. Your words strike me,Ripping through my flesh,Marking me with your pain. I alone take it,Welcoming your rage,Encouraging the hurt,All for your comfort. She is rebellious and mocking,Backing you into a corner,Needing to lash out...
love
The searing heat between usis both somehow ephemeraland reaching into something eternalbut may be a spirit that begins to pull away and elude us with agewhen we always swear we needto just feel something more. And it scares me to think this,that...
Another Love (Part 4)
"The party continues back in Jade's flat."
My body overheating forced me awake the next morning. The reason for overheating was the two girls snuggled up to me on either side.Both girls would more than likely have sore heads when they awoke, we had all drunk more...
Final Retreat
"Solitude"
As the world ceased to be. Mankind's chickens. Had come to roost.People marching.Screams for answers.CNN on 24/7 blaring. As I packed my gear,I saw what had begun.What was now the norm.Fear.Panic. Returning to animal law. One last look aeound,As I closed the front door.Helen Tobias...
Alison Goes to London: chapter 8 – Strangers in the Fucking Night
"After all that's happened, can Alison and Eva be reconciled?"
“Are you sure it’s gonna be okay?” asked Alison. She was sitting in the back of a black London taxi, sandwiched between her parents.“Yes, honeypot,” replied her mother, “Professor Cuntslicker has sorted it all out. The black boy has left...
Just A Dream
"It doesn't always go as planned"
Abigail drove Ben's old Ford until she came upon the sign marking the field of poppies. She hopped out and grabbed his old typewriter and headed up the path to their spot where they became husband and wife. She was...
Poppy Field Fireworks
"Two teenage girls left the party and went to the poppy field!"
I was at her home. Friends were playing Sing the Lyrics. We were both 16. I wrote on a piece of paper, “Can I kiss you?” Jessica nodded yes.We left to our hangout spot in the poppy field. the sun...
Such odd flowers, writhing like stormy clouds until nectar glistens. Still, though spoilt we lie, shadowed and mangled beneath them, a beautiful color of petal they have: sunset and sunrise blushed with dew.Our color!But Mother Gaia, what flower drops its...









