Cooking up a storm

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