The flowers are yours and, being April, you should know I also memorized a poem of love and gratitude; but April being what it is, I admit there might have been some sudden weather of the kind that pinches buds until they burst with cries of leaves, of pools and odorous runoff. You know— this… Continue Reading
“Hey, I wanna’ take you someplace,” he says. “I don’t know.” I’m not in the mood. We’ve just had a few drinks and a smoke after another fight. Now we we’re driving round the suburbs of Miami at three in the morning. I’m sick of my boyfriend’s jealousy. Possessiveness I don’t mind; but the fucking… Continue Reading
So when users favorite my posts, I get a notice with a link to their blogs (if they have one). I always like to see what the other depraved reprobates are writing; and this post is a result of that. The story is a combination of two posts, Bottoms Up by Cara Thereon and ‘nother… Continue Reading
very evocative…
(made me smile as I read it)
nilla