Promises in the Dark
“Mine,” she said, her lips soft against his neck, her breath warm, her breasts warmer yet against his back, as she wrapped her body – big spoon style, pressed against… Read more »
“Mine,” she said, her lips soft against his neck, her breath warm, her breasts warmer yet against his back, as she wrapped her body – big spoon style, pressed against… Read more »
I am drawn to the window, contemplative but content, and my physical reflection – barely visible in the glass at this hour – is an elusive apparition, not unlike the… Read more »
Do not listen to vain words from empty minds.
I drift in and out, evading the light, avoiding movement. Prone. Silent. It is an exercise in stillness. A meat cleaver has split my skull and I can feel the sharp… Read more »