Missing You, Missing Us

Can we pretend for a second? Can we pretend the universe is mistaken?  Can you look into my eyes and unmask the reasons for loving me? I miss your delicate whispers and compliments in my ears, the licks on my earlobes, the sighs of your love. I miss your subtle kisses through the screen, as…

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First Heartbreak 2018

It’s a cruel scene, a tragedy to feel such a way, for a woman to experience a ruing pain. I’ve never felt so broken and betrayed, never sobbed so recklessly that my lungs could barely breathe. They asked about love and the meaning of it, and I truly believed I had it, that I was…

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A Little Letter to My Exes

Dear My Ex-Lovers, Don’t think it’s a privilege that I’ve written about you. Don’t think it’s an honor that your name casts behind the beauty of my work. You’re not allowed to take credit for my words. You’re not entitled to praise to others that you have inspired the pieces of art. Let’s not lie…

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Don’t Underestimate My Intelligence

People underestimate my intelligence. Scratch that. People don’t underestimate my intelligence, men do. I’m way smarter than I actually seem, and it’s a shame when you underestimate my intellect, my various capabilities. It might surprise you that I’m actually quite aware of your indiscretions and your ability to manipulate certain pieces of myself to make…

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Can You Hear Her?

There is this roar inside her body, a ghastly bellow inside her mind. And all she wants to do is listen to that rage and follow its howls, stand on the ledge of a ten story building and fucking scream. “AHHHHHHHH!” she shouts at the world, belts the wounds out into existence. It takes so…

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This is For Charity

He’s leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with a loose tie around his neck, rolling up his sleeves as if anticipating work. He watches my fingers seductively pull my tights up around my propped up leg on the edge of the bathtub, and I stroke the fabric once it reaches my mid-thigh, snapping the…

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Damaged Goods

The damage struggle. The unwanted, unneeded, always left and abandoned—struggle.              We struggle to adapt to this life, stepping on carcasses as they rot from beneath, solidifying their death, knowing life is filled with pain and bile, turmoil and debris. We struggle to find our worth, if we are enough for one, for us, never wanting…

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Missing You

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers. “Shut up,” he mumbles. She looks over at him and rolls her eyes, scooting herself away from him. Leaving his back exposed and cold, she knows it would unnerve him to lose his warmth.  He rolls over and groans, “It was just a joke.” He can’t tell with his eyes…

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Recipe for Disaster

There is a certain essence to his beauty.  My eyes followed his giant hands from pot to pot, their bulging veins shaking hints of spice across the bubbling cauldrons. I’m mesmerized by his concentration on each dish, the tick in his jaw, the slight raise in eyebrows, the quiet mumbles underneath his breath, recollecting recipes…

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A Woman’s Beauty

Beauty. According to Oxford Languages, beauty is defined as a “combination of qualities, such as shape, color or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight.” The second definition of beauty is quite simple, acceptable even; beauty is “a beautiful woman.” And yes, coincidentally, with a period. Synonyms of beauty resembles everything a woman…

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The Art in Nakedness

I become aware of his naked presence beside me, opening my eyes from a dream I can’t recall. His broad chest rises and falls against me, his arm sprawled across my back. His breaths are heavy, his spirit is light, and when I shift my posture, his hand adjusts; caressing the length of my spine…

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It’s Going to Be Okay

There are times when she would stand in front of the shower, just as she did as a little girl, and let the warm streams massage her shoulders. She would feel the water kiss the arch of her neck, the length of her spine, trickling down her torso until the water turns cold, until her…

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Nostalgia At Its Finest

A short story just in time for the holidays/Christmas. “Come dance with me,” he says. I look up at him as he stands, reluctantly placing my hand in his. He leads me towards the living room in his apartment, and stands right next to the Christmas tree. I gasp when his fingers swiftly curve around…

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How Do You Calm Your Anxiety?

I, well, submerge myself within the water, drown my naked soul within the sea. They say water, because of its soothing properties, soothes the soul. And I can’t argue with their notion, well aware of the peace it always brings to me. I took a “Mindfulness for Anxiety” course during a time where I couldn’t…

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Disturbed

Music plays softly through a speaker resting on the corner of the desk, mimicking rhythms of Charlotte Day Wilson and Cigarettes After Sex to set the mood. Its soft vibrations calm thin walls and thick wooden frames of the bedroom, engraving its lyrics on freshly dug graves and sweaty, soiled skins. The pen glides along…

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