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.
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Welcomed Invaders.
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.
The Tendril.
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.
Sacrificial.
The vortex seemed to swallow her whole. The blood on her face hers. It was thick. Molasses. A scream ripped from her throat, slicing the air. Another invisible talon clawed through her chest. Its four iron tips seamlessly cutting through her flesh. More blood. She didn't run. Didn't attempt to escape. No bonds were holding … Continue reading Sacrificial.
A Promise of More.
Today I was walking. Flawless teardrops frozen on my face. Frozen from the biting wind hurling itself against my exposed flesh. Gruelling. Step by step I walked. I walked until I could no longer see where I was going. Lashes frozen shut. Fingers stiff. Unmoving. I tried to look behind me. Tried to crane my … Continue reading A Promise of More.
The Moment.
There was a moment we were together. Do you remember? I couldn't think of that word. I couldn't think at all. My body was frozen. Panicked. Panting. Crying. You recognized it instantly. Realizing that no, this was not play. This was real. Very, very real. I was petrified. I remember trying so hard not to … Continue reading The Moment.
Coming soon…
My panties are soaked. Through and through. I can't seem to change them out fast enough. You have suspended me in a state of constant arousal. The anticipation is high at the prospect of our next meeting. Which is less than 24 hours away. In less than 24 hours I am going to lay my … Continue reading Coming soon…
Familiar Despair.
Unblinking. Hardly feeling. Numb. Cold. Another sparkle dimmed. Another light extinguished. Time escapes. Irrelevant. It’s dark. An understatement. Air doesn’t even seem to move. Yet breathing is still possible. Light doesn’t travel here. Only darkness resides. It’s welcomed. It would be easy to get lost here should escape be a priority. It’s not. The crushing … Continue reading Familiar Despair.
A Living Storm.
She screamed into the cyclone. Hair whipping around her face. Tearing at her skin. She cursed the gods as pellets of ice sprayed her torn face. The wind around her swirled wickedly. Faster. Faster. A deadly storm. That’s what she was. Fatal. Lethal. Spit flew from her chapped lips as she hurled curse after curse … Continue reading A Living Storm.
The One Whom My Soul Loves.
Steadfast. Strong. Steady. Weak. Shaken. Vulnerable. Lost. Who says you have to choose? Who says you have to hide? I see you. I have seen the unveiling. I have peeked behind your heavy curtains. I have witnessed the backstage happenings. Putting on your mask of security. That chiseled mask you have been taught to wear. … Continue reading The One Whom My Soul Loves.
