Bite, bite, chew
I will eat a hole in you
You taste so good to me
Is this how love is supposed to be?

Lick, lick, mew
What am I supposed to do?
I hunger for your touch
I want it too much

Bite, bite chew
I'll devour you
Flesh and bone
I won't leave you alone

Lick, lick, mew
Gimme all of you
Let me eat it all
I wanna watch you fall...

Bite, bite, chew
It's all I can ( Read more... )

I was your disciple

I believed every word you said

I loved your hand upon my head

You guided me toward the light

When you bedded me for the night

Every word you spoke I cherished

For you, I’d have perished

Everything of mine was yours to keep

I didn’t realize that I fell too deep

Fear encompassed my entire soul

And blackness, a ( Read more... )

            “Hello, Luna,” I greeted the full moon with a sigh. I’d just completed another all-nighter. I slid slowly to the sidewalk, my knees close to my chest, and lowered my head. I placed my hands over my face, and sighed. What was today’s date; November, the eleventh, no, the twelfth, that made it ten days straight that I worked until 2am. I ( Read more... )

A thick wall of glass stands before me, I place my hand against it, and push. It resists me, refusing to let me pass, and yet it taunts me with images of things I can never have. I run my hand along its cold length, my eyes glued to what it shows me, and I can feel the tears running down my face; separated from everything, kept apart...denied.

“ ( Read more... )

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My heart hurts. Why do I keep thinking that everything will be okay? Why do I keep kidding myself ( Read more... )

There are days when I feel as if I am drowning in a thick murky sea. I can't see a thing and I have no sense of direction. I just drift aimlessly hoping to bump into something that I can cling to and pull myself out with. Not once have I realized that the thing that I think is pulling me out of the murk, is actually going under with me. How can ( Read more... )

Spent the last three days hanging with my sister, and helping her set up her house for her Memorial Day party. The first day was spent planting flowers, and mulching. The following day saw some shopping, more planting, and mulching. The third was getting ready for the party itself by setting up the tables, finishing the planting, and getting the ( Read more... )

Title: Blue Pencils at Midnight

Word: Saline

Word Count: 200 Exactly

Suggested by: budgie_uk

Midnight is my favorite time of day. I have nothing else to do but draw. I love the way
my variegated blue pencils shimmer beneath the golden moon light. I sit on the
roof, just outside my bedroom window, with my sketchbook. Images swirl around
in my brain, and ( Read more... )

“I have the key in my hand, now all
I have to find is the lock.” I stated matter-of-factly, but it turned out to be
harder than I thought.

I was trapped inside a box. The
walls were covered in locks of various sizes and combinations. There were maybe
a hundred of them, and my only way free was to unlock whichever lock belonged
with this key. I could have ( Read more... )