Calcination Bath: A Guest Post

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Sometimes we find ourselves in hot water.

Thoughts on the transformative powers of heat, by:

M.S.

M.S.

CALCINATION BATH

It was a rough night, tonight. I had written a lengthy email to Rachel, explaining in rather harsh words exactly why I couldn’t be with her anymore — or at least why I had to move out. She wrote back:

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In Absentia: A Guest Post

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Guest poetry, in response to the prompt:  Heat.

Sometimes the absence of it makes it more noticeable.

Dokurtybitz Click the pic for more of his poems.

Dokurtybitz
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IN ABSENTIA

She makes me hot
Swollen with desire,
Skin itches
To touch her
And make her
Hotter,
Wetter,
I burn for
Her.

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Burned: A Guest Post

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A friend and former blogger – one who has written for me before – has decided to come out to play.

Her thoughts on heat have everything to do with getting burned.  Say hello (again) to:

Vixen

Vixen

BURNED

My tears are overwhelming, blinding, because of this burn, this heat. It still burns, this smoldering ‘thing’ within me. The heat it emits is comforting at times and yet at other times it is so intense it’s maddening.

The heat comforts me when I remember the way this ‘thing’ was lit. There was a foundation of trust, friendship, of love. The way he looked at me was incomparable to anything I had experienced. The cliche saying, “He makes me feel like I am the only one in the room”? He did that. TO ME.

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Trial By Fire: A Guest Post

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A fiery piece on the subject of heat, by a dear friend who shall be known, for now, as:

Freyja

Freyja

TRIAL BY FIRE

Smoldering.

Embarrassment. Flush. Blush. Pain. Tears—streams of molten rancor careening down the mountainsides of my cheeks. My face is hot. My heart is cold. You never lied to me, only very carefully misled me. And I fell for it. The tears won’t stop. They just keep rolling through the days and the nights while you are there and when you are not. And suddenly I am alone and the icy chill of my heart begins to boil and froth and rage, and I am heat personified again. Rage, yes. Anger. Hatred, vile and burning down my throat and into my intestines. I am consumed by fire as I scream and yell and welcome the salty tears and the feelings of bitterness and darkness and betrayal.

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