Tag: fiction

She Was, He Was

She Was She was sitting on a park bench, basking in the lukewarm sun. The only shade that cloaked her body was when a cloud passed in front of the glowing, high noon orb. The light kissed her body like the reflective wrapper on a fresh piece of hand crafted chocolate. When you unwrap it,…

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1 Missed Call

Hello, you! I’m sorry I missed your call and you missed mine. Long time no talk! *my mind runs rampant* How long has it really been, I think. No time to ponder on that at the moment. I miss you! I really, really do. My ego has not yet consumed me to the point that…

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I Reflect Me

(I looking at looking me) I pull at me's skin with a blunt edge called life, leaving a scrape on the surface of us, and wonder, while looking at me, why I would do that to we. *the mark on my soul slowly disappears* Me looks at I standing outside our reflective shell and shakes…

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But, Still!

The first person to shave away all their pubic hair - what were they thinking? Did they just wake up one morning, sip a cup of coffee, turn on the tele, stare at the sunrise through their blinds, eat a bowl of cereal, and say to themselves, hey, I want to get rid of the…

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Miss. Behave Ing

Hearing the scratching (We are the floor we feel,) of finger nailing the backing, (our unfrozen terrain remains unfrayed) while smelling the necking (as we explore the sacred friction of now.) and rubbing the skinning. Listening to the whispering (We slay the nights unseen) of lipping the lobing, (into tiny slices of salty slumber,) while…

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Cattywampus

I find it suspect that, in this moment of infinity, in this moment of lollygag, out of all the things you could be reading, out of all the things you could be doing, out of all the things you could fill your void with, this is your eye's engagement. I'm smiling right now, in a…

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O’ Christmas Tree

I visited a Christmas tree farm to survey the goods and see if they had my coveted place holder for the upcoming holiday season. The sky was overcast and gray. The sun tried to peak through the clouds, but they would not allow it. The weather was brisk, cold, and one could see their breath…

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These Three Words

She shivers and delivers misty breaths as she cries and tears ride down her cheeks, onto her chest. He stammers and hammers his fists into the ground with bloody sounds as he thinks over his mistakes. They dream and seem to be okay on the outside when their insides are wilting away silently incomplete. A…

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Make a Night Out

This past weekend. What can I say. Really! Friday night, I was lounging on the sofa in my boxers, browsing through my latest dating app. Swipe left for this response. Swipe right for that effect. Instant message these ladies and see what they are about. Video chat with them if they consent. Feel free to…

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