I had left before and went back, was dragged back, lost few days once. I even woke up back in bed beside that monster one morning in January with a raging fever and no voice to scream with. But this time when I left, I left with my life and my meagre belongings stuffed into […]Read Post ›
He throws her up against the wall and cuffs her hands so she cannot move, slowly kissing her neck as she moans. Reaching down to her exposed breasts that were voluptuous and full and furthering his hand down between her legs. It excites him to feel how wet she is, and she squirms as he slides a finger into her opening. […]Read Post ›
She sits in silence, her eyes closed with a sweet distracted smile on her lips She pretends to blend in with the crowd and fails She wasn’t meant to blend in Instead, she stands out like a glorious statue in the middle of a war-torn slum And is blissfully unaware of the watchful stares At the mention […]Read Post ›
“Realisation cuts like glass.” · He leaned forward and poked her shoulder gently, and watched her eyes focus quickly with a narrowed glare. · “What?!” · “You zoned out. Am I boring you?” · The light gurgle from her left caught her attention. He was pouring more wine and she didn’t want more booze. She wanted […]Read Post ›
Small hands fisted into the dense thicket of jet black hair and the intense stare from his pale blue eyes drew her in. She was giving in; she knew it and hated it. She had fought so hard to keep her wits about her being around this man with the most perfect angular face. She […]Read Post ›
Draped like breathing silk Ivory skin, ivory keys Raven tresses decoration Play me, she whispers Eyes averted, nervous Black Orchid No shrinking violet, she shivers Speak her name Watch her fracture, smile A heady concoction Igneous she burns Your hand, Eruption Detonation: Ground Zero Her eyes Visit Slayful Stories Raw Screenshot from The Orphan […]Read Post ›
It’s been weeks since my last full nights sleep. A good night as of late is three hours without sitting bolt upright in bed naked with my hands up in defence. And usually yelling. This morning was no exception and now I have a pulled fucking muscle. Now my shoulder aches and burns like a […]Read Post ›
She had desired him for so long and had never felt so consumed by anyone the way she was consumed by him. She had patiently waited to tell him how she felt until the time was just right. When she finally told him, he had simply laughed and asked her why she hadn’t told him […]Read Post ›
Hello, me. If you are reading this and all is successful, then I have died and you are me, in the future, having acquired this letter and are now reading it because you wish to have access to those memories that I, and you, once had. You are, indeed, myself. Hurtled through the ages, this […]Read Post ›
Some of the poem below was published as a collaboration originally . As I’m quite partial to the words I chose to rework and rerelease the original Enjoy Melanie • Because I love you, I whisper through the hole of my hands to where you sit drowning. Drowning in tears of self-pity while attempting […]Read Post ›
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