“Hit me again!” She cooed. Freeing her delicate feet from the fire-red stilettos… “Do you even fancy sherry, Sweetheart? I don’t recall seeing you drink any, before.” “I hate it”, still handing the cup his way, fluttering her eye lashes in the most defying way. “But I’ll get us both drunk on it, if it means…… Continue reading Dance me…
Her black nails contrasted with the bright white bathroom sink porcelain. She rubbed the soap frantically on her palms, and the scented foam dripped from her shaking fingers. Her hands were long clean, but she couldn’t just turn off the water and go on with the rest of her day. This was ridiculous. She…… Continue reading The hermit – part 2
I light a cigarette, fill my cup, tilt my head… I drink your silence, head spinning from the mystery. Your blurred lines forcing me to close my eyes for a moment. Speak softly, but don’t say too much… Men always end up lying anyway. Take care of the sun for me, will you? While…… Continue reading Late evening monologue…
Black nails, Red lips, Tight waist, Curved hips, Pretty face, Long legged, Curled hair, Inviting breasts… Uninteresting, Tedious, Dull, Monotonous, Boring, Monochrome, Dreary, Wearisome… Dare to say you care, While you fuck her up the rear.
Les grandes douleurs sont muettes. – Sénèque The Spanish philosopher was right, she thought. The greatest pains were always silent… Her lips trembled as she took the cigarette to her mouth. The quiet apartment contrasted with the loud hammering going on, on the balcony of her downstair neighbour. She softly blew the smoke out,…… Continue reading The hermit…
Devil whispers, Angel cries… No one will ever know the hows and the whys. Castle burning, a kingdom sacrificed. Fallen queen paying the hard price… Fingers cut short, unfit for a ring. Heart torn out to keep it from loving again, never again! You can call me Extreme I am what I am… Bow…… Continue reading Devil whispers…
Why was she so nervous? He had only invited her to meet him at the cheap coffee shop in the back of the bookstore, a block away from her apartment, to exchange a few forms. Just a formal meeting for a contract she was to sign with the editor he worked for. She had checked…… Continue reading The bookstore…
Fool me, lie, pretend… Roll me into your stories, caress me with a fake compliment about my not so blue eyes. Wrap me in wannabe romance, and leave me out to dry the next morning. I don’t care. I just crave the quick fix of your well penned pick up lines. Tasty goosebumps,…… Continue reading Would you?
I know how to stitch, know how to sew on… I know how to bring all the pieces back to one. I know,but I choose my heart not to mend. For you cannot break again what’s already broken. Forever you shall remain, my very favorite scar. And that, my Dearest, is just how painfully…… Continue reading Unmended…
How many times had she thought about it? Enough to be curious, obviously. She had seen it so many times on tv. Shows about people who had mysteriously vanished from their homes… No sign of kidnapping, no apparent reason for leaving their life behind. No clues as to where they would have gone.…… Continue reading Gone…
Cyranny's Cove 