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So, you’re back.
How will we be this time, my dear? Will I celebrate you, and you’ll celebrate me? Will we delight in the curves and sweat and fingers between us? Will we lose our senses in a beautiful crescendo? Will we show each other kindness and tenderness, and exhaust ourselves with giving? Will we reach for our… — read more
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Funny
It’s funny how emotions wriggle their way into your gut, how they gnaw at your insides and pound on your chest. They make you ache, like sick, like fever. They swim in your blood and course through your veins. They stand on your skin, in raised bumps and upright little hairs. They come up your… — read more
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The offer
I’ll pull you off the shelf. No other men will touch you. You’ll be here for me, only me, when I want you, when I need you. No, I won’t carry you with me. You can’t ask me to carry you. That’s too much. No, I’ll just leave you here. You can stay here standing,… — read more
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Waking Up An Adulterer
Consciousness comes instantly, brutally. Before you process morning or time or day of the week, you’re awash in flashes of the night. Nausea and headache amplify the shame you feel in your chest. An enormous pressure bears on your heart. It prods in rhythm with your thoughts. Slut. Homewrecker. Whore. How could you? How could you? How… — read more
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Filth
I hold two hearts in my hands; cry to them, “Please save me! Please save me!”; and reject their attempts at salvation. I crawl before them to show them my tatters, and I resent their outstretched hands. I turn away and weep at my position, broken, alone on the floor. “Here is my home –… — read more
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