Category: Poetry In Motion
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My Body, My Temple
By: Charlene Frett He lays his head against my chest, between my breasts, tracing the creases and outlines of my body. His fingers glide along the folds of my stomach, circle around my navel, and travel down to the marks on my thighs. We are sweaty and slick from the positions our bodies performed, and…
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A Beautiful Mess
*Warning: for matured audiences only. This is a complete work of FICTION. I watch him intently as I lick and suck on my lollipop, waiting for him to acknowledge my work. He loosens his tie when he walks in, wiping his tainted fingers in a handkerchief I bought from Sally’s. I cross my bare legs…
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Don’t You Dare Underestimate Me
There must be some of us who have the desire to hurt a soul, to destroy the ones that had bruised us the most. I cannot speak for all, but you must understand what it feels like; that pain of utter deceit. It’s as if your heart has been ripped by the seams, torn from…
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Infidelity
His fingers caress the skin on her back, tracing along the lines of her shoulder blades and down the length of her spine. Their bodies are twisted within white bed sheets, surrounding their limbs and heated flesh as they calm their breaths. Her bones continue to tremble from his doing, eyes still closed from the…
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Why I Kill
People ask me why I take pleasure in killing men. What is it about the crime that makes my toes curl, my eyes darken? Why do I enjoy taking their power away, the one thing that makes them men? Why do I crave their blood, feast on their pain, thirst their screams and their heartless,…
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The Uninvited Guest
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he demands, pinning me against the wall. He grips my chin with such force, it almost gives me a fright. I’m not supposed to be here, if that wasn’t obvious enough. He made that perfectly clear this morning with his hand around my throat, ensured there would be…
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Remember Us, Always
I take a small sip of this champagne, feeling it warm my senses as it travels down my throat, attempting to smile at each guest my husband introduces me to, all the guests he does business with. Most are men of course, their wives by their sides, smoothing their tuxes as they shake my hand…
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A Woman, Like Me, Must Write
I’m aware of what they think of me. I’m aware of what they say. I’m used to the degradation, the belittlement, the constant criticism of my ways. I’m a woman of stature, but of course, men don’t like confident girls, girls who are too sure of themselves. Confidence is sexy to many, but a woman…
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How to Become a Writer
First, think of who you want to be. Who do you want to dedicate the next couple years of your life to as you mimic their lifestyle in hopes of becoming the next number one? You answer the question as it comes around to you, “What do you want to be when you are older?”…
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A Fair Game to Play
*A dark, chilling fiction short story for the Halloween season I can feel it in my bones; the rage, the anger, manifesting deep inside my blood, a thirsty beast in its cage. I have this urge, you see, to have you kneel before me and beg, to draw blood from your fragile flesh with the…
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The Sadness
I sink downDown to the deepest depths of hellI allow myself to fallTo fall from withinIt’s a feelingWhen the sadness takes overYou can feel itIt starts in the pit of your stomachThe empty hole that wants to swallow you upIt starts as just a little knot of unpleasantnessMaybe you fight it at firstMaybe you give…
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Stage
I fake my way through lifeEvery day I wake and take the stageI put on the costume and don the accessoriesI play the part of a happy motherA fulfilled wifeA successful businesswomanEvery day I read the lines that life has written for meI am gratefulI am happyI am lovedI look at my husband and tell…
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The Beast
Can we see the end of this turmoil The end of the suffering Many days I watch and wait for the end of it The blood that seeps onto the floor
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Look To The Future
She saw her future just a little past the lake. It called to her from across the water She started towards the future that sat on the other side As she took her first steps towards the water She felt her past pulling her back The past that was following close behind Her past kept…
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The Fog
We heard the siren just seconds before we saw the fog. We had all heard the stories, but none of us believed it, until it started getting closer. At first, it was just a rumor. A problem somewhere else, but soon it began to spread out farther. It began in another country; we never thought…
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Eavesdrop
I wasn’t trying to listen, really I wasn’t. But as I approached the corner of the hallway I heard my name. I stopped and peeked around the corner. I saw Betty and Conner standing close to each other talking in a hushed voice. I knew I shouldn’t listen but I really couldn’t help it. How…
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The Endgame
I’m sitting on the couch with my legs spread wide open, arching my back, biting my lip, drawing his eyes to that area between my legs, the one he can’t resist. He bites down on his tongue from moaning, beads of sweat appearing just above his brow. I watch his Adam’s apple move as he…
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My Happiness
What is happiness? For me… Happiness is making it to the bathroom on time Happiness is talking to a long lost friend Happiness is getting a close parking spot Happiness is remembering to bring in your bags Happiness is having exact change Happiness is having daughters Happiness is a child’s laughter Happiness is lunch…