Your lips against mine send my senses to blaze. My body fills with warmth and the delicate touch of your painted fingertips on my neck send my heart reeling. You pull me closer into an embrace and free my hair of its elastic prison. Our eyes find each other’s again before our lips touch, sending … Continue reading Electric Touch
Month: August 2019
Painkiller
Dull that pain, through any means, the Thinker says. The Witch watches on as he gathers herbs, salves, potions. A fading song in the air dances around and his ears twitch. Over time, the Witch knows the painkillers are there for the Thinkers benefit, attempting to provide any opportunity to acquire more. But the Thinker … Continue reading Painkiller
Bastions
The snake had suffocated the Thinker hundreds of miles away. Her heart stood behind stone and masonry, many miles more. It crumbled and tumbled, the young Witch sat hugging her bare knees, hiding her face. Her frail hands, her nails clenched deep into her flesh, staining protein in the rust.
No Commitments, No Alarms
Left, left, left, my finger goes as I scroll through what my boss called the “man store”. And though I’m not looking for a man, the store description is concise. You can find all the deals here, aside from paid subscriptions. Try for 30 days and you can still return. Warranty for 1 year, return … Continue reading No Commitments, No Alarms
Craning
Swivel round and round, three points. Only one private, at least in appearance. I make my way round, each swivel becoming more and more bogged down by an occlusion. Gel filling the chamber and into my lungs, pushing the air out. I try to cry out but my mouth held tight by hands with fish … Continue reading Craning
Lost
Where are you at? I don't know your name. Time and again I feel like you're teasing me in a most cruel way, slinking away like smoke.
Chloe Vasquez 