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Fed
That fullflush feeling of heady high; standing up in front of everyone, everything, and saying my piece. Finally having peace. Appeasing the monstrous thing in me that wants to be fed, has to be fed. It’s a glorious thing, to … Continue reading
How I Am
You ask me how I am. You ask me how my life is. I never tell you. I never really tell you, because I always spill. I always tell everyone everything. I always rip open and let it loose and … Continue reading
What Of It?
I must scream this; I must shriek it aloud from the heavens: What if you are not the man I have hoped for? What if I am only the man that you fear? What then? What then of our love … Continue reading
Finicky
She sinks into me, black shadow, all teeth and claw, an effervescence of fur and delight. She trills in glory, and I bask in her kisses, promising my soul’s service if she will but love me awhile longer. Alas! In … Continue reading
Less Clever
Sometimes I swallow back an ocean of words to let only a trickle spill out. They fall in drips instead of torrents and I choke on what I don’t say. Perhaps because they are more cruel than I know is … Continue reading