Erotica and jumbled thoughts.
Insignificant. Small. Unimportant. The adjectives are crushing. Their weight is suffocating. And there’s no end in sight. The only thing in my vision is this cliff. A cliff too steep to climb. A cliff whose peak is unattainable. A cliff whose surface is too rocky. A cliff too unstable for footholds. It crumbles beneath me … Continue reading The Impossible Climb.
I have this feeling coursing through my veins. That of utter deviousness. Pure wickedness. This feeling refuses to leave me alone, and I have full intentions on asking Him if I can cum later tonight. We shall see what…comes…of that. Anyways, back to this feeling. My body, my mind, is yearning for the kind of … Continue reading Good Bitch.
He watched her through his bedroom window. Maybe it was wrong of him – actually, probably it was wrong of him – but he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help his mesmerized gaze at the beautiful woman stripping before him. Okay. Maybe not before him. She lived in the house across from his. Her bedroom window in line … Continue reading Peep Show.
Is it? My heart is still beating in my chest. My lungs still expand and contract involuntarily. My brain is still firing impulses across my thousands upon thousands of neurons. My eyes still see. Information is still gathered from what my retinas obtain. How can it be? How can I be a living corpse. How … Continue reading Is This Living?
Hands bound by the chains of my haunting nightmares. Blindfolded by the shades of misery. I don't need to see to know what lurks beneath. It's the churning sea. The churning sea of torment, with its rolling waves of anguish. Waves that I can hear crash alongside the unsteady, creaking, unstable boat. The boat that … Continue reading Walking The Plank.
I was driving home in my Kia Sorento. My bag of takeout sitting empty on the passenger seat. The taste of 1$ tacos washed out of my mouth with a sip of ice cold Pepsi. This week is a short one — four days thanks to the long weekend. Tuesday was a Monday, and it felt like … Continue reading Today I side with the flat earthers.
Brain whirling. Mind spinning. Sleep is evasive. Just out of the reach. It seems as though the Sandman is playing a game of cat and mouse. Thoughts cascade over and atop the other. An infinite heap of hypotheticals – of ‘what ifs’. It’s tortuously unending. The imaginary scenarios gathering from the tangled depths to join … Continue reading 12 O’Clock Thoughts.
Meak. Feeble. Tame. Some might even dare to say weak. But my submission -my willingness to submit- is anything but. It is a living, breathing thing. A roaring serpent that lurks just under my skin. That swims in my veins, inhabits the essence of my being. This serpent of mine is wild. It is fierce. Rearing … Continue reading My Submission.
They're here again. I invited them in. Saw them passing by and swung open the door. Cleared the pathway of my mind. With cackles that made my body shake, they flocked to me. One after the other. Their hideous faces crowding. Their breath putrid. Their spindly fingers scratching the walls of my skull. A home … Continue reading Welcomed Invaders.
Staring. Raging. Her eyes stared holes into her glass reflection. It would've seemed fitting for the glass to break. To shatter into a million pieces, then dissipate and flit around the universe as though it had never once held the reflection staring back. Angry, frustrated tears streamed down her quivering cheeks. Her mind, something that … Continue reading The Tendril.
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