December 2011
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Our bodies were
intertwined
He held me close
It was getting late
I had to wake up
and leave
the empty bed
(I was late for work)
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she liked
the idea of
being consumed
she sometimes dreamed of
being devoured
by the dark
and then she’d wake up
and realize
it wasn’t a
dream
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“Will you still love me in the morning?” she asked, her arms wrapped around him as she snuggled in to fit more comfortably into his form.
“Only if we have sex again.” he said harshly and extricated his body from her arms.
And that’s their happy ever after.
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Reading didn’t help. Funny, how even a book couldn’t comfort her now. So she lied on her right side, facing the wall clock. She looked at the hands of the clock and seemed hypnotized by its slow ticking. She was drifting off to sleep when she felt him on the bed. He didn’t say a word but instead wrapped his arms around her, placing his head on her shoulder, breathing into her...
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My mother said the worst possible thing she could ever say to me but I am not angry. I wish I could say I was but I’m not. I’m terribly sad for her, though. I’m sad because she grew old cynical and bitter. I’m sad because she grew old never knowing the true meaning of being a mother. I hope she realizes that before it’s too late.
I take comfort in my loneliness and...
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Click here to see a funny video of my then two-year-old niece.
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thedeadstars:
Going back in my arteries and waiting for my heart to bleed for the blood to go away.
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Empty words from empty people.
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When I was a child, I used to experiment on food a lot. My favorite creation was what I called the “Complete Fried Rice.” First, well of course, the rice. I then added eggs, dried pork tapa (cured pork), spam and honey cured bacon. Our housekeepers loved it! But they told me to stop doing it because of how much food was being wasted on one dish.
But it was delicious.
I also tried...
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“You say such pretty words.” he said, looking at her computer screen.
She didn’t answer. She was too busy writing.
“But why are you so cold?”
She looked up and saw he was looking at her. She didn’t even look hurt or confused. She just answered him, her voice not at all affected.
“I don’t know.”
She looked back at her work and didn’t...
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Those girls you’re calling sluts might actually be more human than you are.
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