Like a proud groom Flaunting the wedding night sheet; Bold splashes of color dot The white spic-and-span walls Of my kitchen. I have made my presence felt And proved my innocence In the fires of hell. Bowls wiped clean, Plates sunny-side up The cutlery clang nervously Waiting to be picked up. My teeth click rhythmically … Continue reading Cooking up a storm
In control
I'm lying here On the floor Where you left me Once you were done. Feel life crawling back To fill the spaces Where you had touched. Stretch inside my skin A goddess Waiting for her turn. Warm fingers caress The bruises you placed In your rush. Those fingers are mine. You may violate my soul … Continue reading In control
Stamp of Approval
Wanting a little stamp Of your approval. Doesn't matter if your heart's not in it - A light barely there mark Will also work wonders To soothe My battered soul. But you, Knowing the power You hold over me, DON'T. You never cared enough to.
Limits
On Tuesday he promised that he would never hit her. Again. It was Saturday and he had already broken his promise six times. This time he had gotten creative and not repeated his method each time. The only thing consistent about all the episodes was that he had blamed her for making him do it. … Continue reading Limits
Legends of the Shores
Smoke or salt The raw, foul-smelling within. Dash of a bite Beyond the shape of human. Straying from home To bring full nets Of women. Gutting and salting their catch. Men sworn to protect Tell chilling tales Of our ancestors Celebrated in history As the Legend of the Shores. Looting, pillaging and stealing happiness has … Continue reading Legends of the Shores
A Contract of Pleasure
She let out a long sigh as she applied the pretty pink shade of her lipstick and smoothed it out over lips chapped dry from all the nervousness that she was feeling. Her newly polished nails reflected prettily as slashes of color in the mirror. Once everything was finished, there was nothing else left to … Continue reading A Contract of Pleasure
How it all began
I am not a good storyteller; I never have been. It's not for want of trying though. It's just one of those things that doesn't come to me easily. Kinda like singing. But I am a good wizard and I don't need a certificate hanging on the wall to help me prove that. Oh yes, … Continue reading How it all began
