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(Will probably feel cringey tomorrow, but tonight it feels right.) Cover me; My cheek within your thigh, Shut out the stars, Those million mocking demons. Close your door, Allow no sound But wind and breath And bending friction Of two bodies vibrating Together To claim the same point in space. My lips tasting yours, Speaking hymns; words pressed Others pulled from you. Feverish, I need your water, I am breathing, too much; I need to drown, and live. My heart folds, folds tighter Against itself, you pull me Against you, and I am no longer Confused. Cover me. Exploring you by fingertips Like a place walked in a …
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I lie here in my bed, resting. The rhythm of my heartbeat, slow and steady, is in my ears. She bends over me, cooling my flesh with a damp cloth. Her touch is gentle, and she smiles at me. That smile takes me back in time. I see the smiles in my memory, of lovers and not-lovers alike, lovers and friends, sometimes foes. It's funny how the years can wash away animosity; the negativity fades and you can only see the missed opportunities, the chances for peace not taken or missed. What could have been, should have been. My breath hitches at the thoughts. There have been a lot of them. My journey through Life has been long, my loves many. Nearly all are gone now, th…
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In My Bed The curtains are dead, Cold ghostlight of blue morning burning through. I may have died too. Someone is in my bed I know it. I know it, But I can't touch them. Bed sheets crinkle and crack like frost Under my fingertips, weak as they are. I'm not breathing, Not enough to consider myself alive, Just enough to pray and wonder. There was starlight in that bottle. It must have spilled in the night. It's just glass now--just a mess now. It's returning to reality, like me. A woman frozen in night-mare, Sleeping Ariadne Exiled on a queen-sized island, One nostril weakly siphoning Air between mattress and pillow, Sweat and t…
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Memorial Day There was a time the cobblestone road of the old city bustled with the laughter of children and their parents leading them from shop to shop, stopping by neighborhood friends to discuss pleasantries and the latest gossip around town. Now, the smoke from the diminishing flames flooded the street as if God were sweeping through to claim all the first born. If only it had been so selective. Mira lowered her hood and unstrapped the mask from her face, allowing her hair to billow in the wind. It went against regulations, keeping it down like this. Long hair had a tendency to get in the way in the middle of a fight, but this fight was long over…
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It's not quite 5 AM and The rain is through waiting. Only a mile in, I don't even slow. I'll be soaked, more than usual. It's fine. I drink a liter before I even lace my shoes, And feeling every inch of clothing Pasted to my body by sweat is not uncomfortable. Not to me. To you maybe. You'd prefer I came out of the box like this, No evidence of what it costs. Me too, honestly, But only sometimes. The feeling of my burning muscle Steaming in cool rain, makes me remember I came From mud. From swamp. From survivors Of fangs in the millennial darkness of naked epochs. I don't eat meat. I can't bear suffering. But I can smell it. And the …
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Aurora & Iris At Home The city outside hummed quietly, distant tires against wet pavement, a siren that faded before it found them, the breath of wind through cracked windows. Inside, the apartment was dim and golden. Candles flickered in glass bowls. The stereo hummed with soft music: a female voice looping lyrics neither of them needed to understand. Their shared bed was a nest of colored sheets and strewn silks, pillows scattered like petals. Aurora was already curled at one end, her hair spilling in waves of honey and rose across the blanket. She looked like a half-finished painting, her chest rising slowly, eyes half-lidded but focused on Iris. "Yo…
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*During the last challenge this idea came to me but it quickly spiraled into a larger idea. The idea is kinda based on firefly/space exploration. The idea of the adventures of a small crew exploring space and getting into sexy adventures.* Step One: Collect a Crew Stein Cloud stood in his quarters looking in the mirror. His six foot frame filling the rooms little wash area. Giving his belt a tug he adjusts the blaster at his hip. Slipping his long brown duster on his shoulders. Admiring his look in the mirror he frowns. Brushing back his long brown hair into a ponytail he lets out a sigh. Getting his own ship was the easy part. Keeping it running was the challen…
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//Soooo, I meant to submit this for the Fairy Tale Character writing challenge and misread the cut-off time. So too late to submit there, but it's already written so someone may enjoy it anyway. // // TW: Suicidal thoughts// “Narissa? That’s a lovely name. It suits you.” … Her first thoughts were small. In the silent and tenebrous void , the NAIAD hummed tunelessly to herself, testing each note with the childish delight of simply learning some new sound she could make—until the darkness began to answer. A pleasurable sigh rippling through her code as oxygen levels rose. An electric flutter through her being, blooming out from sensor buoys as s…
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My Quiet It's the anxious palming of guitar strings, The stillness of corrosion and atrophy, The silence of macerated words kept inside, dissolving into glances, Thin muscles squeezing ribs against lungs Like my mother grabbing me when the brakes stuttered and slid And I heard her cry 'God, save us!' in the voice— The voice Saint Peter must have used, A voice desperate but believing, Certainly more faithful than mine; He saved her, after all. But intercession follows confession, and so I confess, I confess Until there's nothing inside but the quiet. I don't cry out anymore. I hold my breath. I keep my quiet Tight in my chest where it …
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Author's Note: This is some really derivative stuff I'm writing right now, trying to make the words cooperate with my intent. I'm trying to make it sexy in an interesting way, but I don't know how it's going to turn out. So... read at your own risk, I guess. - - - - - - - - - - - The morning Lara left, the sky was the color of old bruises with grey clouds bleeding into the pale promise of dawn. She'd buried her mother beneath the crooked oak three weeks past, and the last of the goats had died two days ago, its body slick with the same black-veined sickness that had taken the rest. Nothing held her to the farm now but ghosts. She shouldered the worn leathe…
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The cabin lights had been dimmed to a soft, drowsy blue. Outside Seraphina’s window, an endless black ocean slid beneath the wing, pierced only by the steady green glow of the navigation light. The rhythmic thrum of the engines was a hypnotic lullaby most passengers had surrendered to, their necks crooked against neck pillows, mouths slightly open. Seraphina couldn’t sleep. A fizzy, electric alertness buzzed just beneath her skin. She traced a finger on the cold glass, marking an invisible path over the invisible sea below. A gentle bump of turbulence jostled the cabin. The woman in the middle seat, who had been dozing with a paperback open on her chest, startled awa…
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(Did not mean to take such a long break but life gets messy. Here's an idea I had for a story that's been rattling around in my brain lately. It's still in the early planning stages but hopefully I can get it all fleshed out.) Chapter 1: A Witch and a Bar Cora sat in the dim bar. Slowly nursing her whiskey. Aware of the man watching her out of the corner of her amber eyes. She couldn't help smiling at herself as she gulped the burning liquid down her throat. Her pert DD bust barely contained in her white top. Her long dark hair flowing along her back. Acting like it had a mind of it's own. Her tight black pencil skirt covering her curves and leaving nothing to t…
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