Monthly Archives: November 2014
To Get Caught Up
The married men I’ve fucked, without divergence, have all been older than me, with beards. My therapist says it’s a Daddy issue, but my Father never had a beard in his life, and the idea of sleeping with him makes … Continue reading
Safety Glass
When he is at his most fragile, when he is at his breaking point, he must always remember: if he is broken, he is good for little more than cutting anyone who reaches out to him. If he is to … Continue reading
She Was The Kind Of Girl
She was the kind of girl who took pictures of parts of herself. Her eyes. Her lips. The curve where her neck met her shoulder. She obsessed about all of these tiny shards of herself, finding perfection in only three … Continue reading
Welcome Home
Slogging through an eternal winter of the mind, fingers and heart numb, eyelids heavy from frost and self hate. The world is perpetually dark, with a pale, weakling sun, who never quite comes above the horizon, circling around the perimeter … Continue reading
The Way Things Were
Every day was the same, now. At first, she’d refused to move, to eat, to anything. She resented having to go to the bathroom. She would all but bare her teeth at anyone who got too close. As time went … Continue reading