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Blowing into her ear, I open the door and tell her to see what I see. She doesn’t want to. She fights against it the way a cat resists a soapy bath, but I go ahead and dig my fingers in while chewing her lobe, and when she groans, I hold her chin and steady Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: Sore between my breasts, around my neck, and down my back. Everything hurts. My head. My abdomen. Possibly a virus, possibly the pains of life. I’ve thought of writing all day and here I finally sit to do it. But my brain’s empty. The screen left blank for hours closed and… Read more
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it’s four in the morning and could be i’m drunk and gone to the world but i don’t think booze is the reason i’m coming apart at all no, it’s something to do with these bones of mine and how they don’t belong not anchored nor attached to anything or anyone i exist in my Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: Before she died You’re trickin me, it’s a joke, right? Miranda asked, and she’d laughed briefly and sheepishly like a live stage actor pretending to comprehend a scene she’s never been in before. Her mascara and dark eyeliner had crumbled because of the showers outside and had given her light… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: I remember, on a hot summer day, her standing silhouetted against the sun with two enormous clouds behind her like a pair of mismatched wings. I remember rolling around in the wet soil, as we crouched from the thunderstorm; when giggles turned to kisses and tickles turned to fucks. I… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Before you, the days blended one into another, each one as empty as the day before. Hell on earth. A month of Sundays forced to my bare bloody knees to the cold, hard stone floor by a congregation of pious sleepwalkers, of judgmental sheep. You’ve met their kind. The… Read more
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At the foot of the garden in the dead of night, she slips out unnoticed through the catflap and strips off her clothes standing beneath a crescent moon that whispers to her of its magic in a thousand different ways. Shaking her hips and jigging her arms around in excitement, she lowers herself onto her Read more
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As I’m standing by the side of the road lighting a cigarette, she’s floating through the sky looking at life below as if it were some alien landscape of which she’d never stepped foot. Her laughter tickles this jaded heart of mine, and the music coming from inside of her tells me there’s something more Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: Crevices in the earth filled with dirt and moss and growing trees. Glow mr. moon glow. We’ll let your light in. Humans against the wall between the wall fighting to break free Glow mr. moon glow. Let your light in. ghosts whisper as they pass the sacred wall this wall of… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 