Archive for September, 2013

Scar Me Again

Posted: September 15, 2013 in Fiction

How did it get to this?

You wonder distantly, staring at the ceiling. You vaguely realise that his tongue is sensually stroking you.

It’s pleasant. Your body responds, but your mind.

Your mind is approximately 3,955 miles away.

A thud. Your knee on the wall. It barely registers.

Also, the fact that he’s scooping you around with his arm so that he’s now lying under you. The crackling of a condom package, and the familiar smell of lubricated rubber.

He’s big.

The pain of him inside you, more than anything, is what yanks you back to the here and now.

Warmth. Flesh. Silence in between grunts. You’re under him. His scent. So unfamiliar.


Gasps torn out from your body by the physical act.


Silent, unnoticeable tears.

He stops.

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t stop.”

He continues thrusting.

Until your body is racked with sobs.

He rolls off you. He says nothing.

You lie there, facing the wall. He says nothing.

His fingers run along your back gently, bringing goose bumps and making you feel better and worse at the same time. He says nothing.

He says nothing, and you’re glad he doesn’t.

You don’t want to hear his voice. After all, you don’t need another reminder that the man in your bed right now isn’t the man who should be.



Posted: September 12, 2013 in Personal
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What else is there to pursue in a world such as this where human angst seems so petty and irrelevant?

Why stay when you can go forward into the never ending ‘more-ness’ of the beautiful infinite?

This vessel of mine, this body – why subject it to the judgement of society and the standards of beauty that have come about when really, it doesn’t matter?

At this point, sometimes I feel like love is the only thing that keeps me going.

Love from my family, my friends, my boyfriend. And this strong, almost violent need to keep loving them.

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Dream A Little Dream

Posted: September 3, 2013 in Personal
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Dream A Little Dream

Can I just run away to some island in the Caribbean and spend my days doing water sports and my nights playing my guitar and singing, and the thunderstorms writing fiction and poetry, and then have deep, meaningful, life changing experiences with magic mushrooms, and the occasional beach rave?

Something To Think About?

Posted: September 3, 2013 in Personal