Gasping. My knees ache and I don’t care. My pulse in my body, on the surface of my skin, throbbing. His hands on the rope, pulling, fighting. I struggle to sit up and he lifts me, growling something incoherent and slams me back down to fight with the ends tangling and wrapping, charged, electric with… Continue reading Fuck (I Love You)
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In Shifting Dreams
I fell into sleep with the thought that if I ever claim the threshold of my own desires, it would be a fearsome thing to behold, and woke to the warmth of soft, gentle tears from the beauty of the echoing dreams. I fear what I want and I want what I fear. The crimson… Continue reading In Shifting Dreams
What Leaks Out of Your Eyes
“How does it feel, watching them?” he asked, studying my face intently. She is poetry; he is sensation. She looks strong, a strength I knew she carried but hadn't seen in this same way. She never looks weak, but here, he brings out something different in her, and I can't help watching, seeing her out… Continue reading What Leaks Out of Your Eyes
The Gifts We Offer
I don't even know how to write about this camp. If I could have whispered my wildest dreams into some secret part of my heart, I don't think even those would have dared to wish for such extravagance. And perhaps it feels so luxurious because of its subtleties. There are the big moments, yes. The… Continue reading The Gifts We Offer
Monomaniacism 