Flaw Salad

A swell and an ancient drumbeat. A calling to some unknown wilderness. A depth of feeling, trapped beneath calloused layers, roiling now. Legs strong, shoulders back. You watch the placid reflection, unwavering as ache pounds. Desperate rhythm on stony veneer. A flush of the cheeks, the threat of a break. Move those feet and carry yourself away. Forward, forward — read more

How easy to be drawn into new charms. The smell on your clothes after he leaves, and you’re the grinning fool, chuckling into your toothbrush as you recall his clever lines. You snuggle into the white sheets and feel the ghost of his lips on yours. His taste. His force. You feel yourself opening again, — read more

He lobs the initial strike, and she, no stranger to battle, prepares her extensive arsenal. Quiet now, she waits. Her attack will be long in coming, and thorough, and he will lie defeated in his ruins. As she polishes her instruments and lays them side by side, she wishes she was never called to arms. — read more

I couldn’t tell you why I like hillside graveyards so much, or the aesthetics of a too-large cross imposing itself on the landscape below, but I find myself drawn, from a deep and primal place, to the hopeful symbols, the pleas to something above to please exist, please save us. That he could glance and — read more

I sit here bathed in sunlight, and my mind is filled with you. Your long strong legs and the way they climbed between mine. The weight of you over me. Your lips. My god, your voice. That low rumble in my ear. Your whispered words on that final night. Our closeness in that darkened room. You surrounded — read more