But I’m suffering from immolation
It peels off my skin,
And distracting me with enlightened conversation.
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Drowning, in a sea of your legs
The sight of your taut calves
Hairless and curvy architecture
Waxen secrets between them
Synchronicity and Courtney Marie Andrews
When I first heard it, it struck every inch of my body. I had a strange falling sensation in my stomach; my nerve endings were tingling, and I had tears in my eyes. The voice, that was the first thing that got me— it had so much hurt, so much dark, and so much truth.
Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 3
can’t stop looking at her between the sips of foamy amber— Summer, swivelling on the pole, her blonde hair sprawled on stage, young eyes seducing an invisible lover; taut legs entangling in a way that would’ve appeared to be awkward for any other woman, but this was Summer, and even in this shady establishment she found a pose that tip-toed between inner peace and absolute deviancy.
I feel lighter than smoke
I feel lighter than I ever did before I am floating. Suspended in mid-air. The smoke clears, and I’m still… Lighter than air Untouched by love… Read more “I feel lighter than smoke”
Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 2
This is an excerpt from the novel “Confessions of an Abortion Addict.” This excerpt might not be sequential and will be subject to additional editing. Thank you! I… Read more “Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 2”
Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 1
This is an excerpt from the novel “Confessions of an Abortion Addict.” This excerpt might not be sequential and will be subject to additional editing. Thank you! … Read more “Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 1”
I’m writing a Novel!
Hello friends, I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m beginning to novelize my short story, Confessions of an Abortion Addict. Needless to say, this is… Read more “I’m writing a Novel!”
A stranger bound in roses
She closed her eyes and elicited a special beam of light That had her admirers transported… “We love her relativity” And she our uncompromising… Passion or promise?… Read more “A stranger bound in roses”
A dream that could’ve happened
I could’ve dreamed about you for hours
Months
if I wanted to
