I hungrily caressed the skin of your fruit, ignoring the nicks and bruises that should’ve warned me away.You were taut beneath my tongue if I closed my eyes, imagining how I wanted you to be.You fell apart in my mouth, mealy and unsatisfying, but I wanted more. Needed more. Desperately chewing until you made me … Continue reading Rotten Fruit
“'After Mass, I went up to her and told her that because she’d dressed immodestly, I had been unable to receive communion.' When Ray made his comment to me about the woman he’d seen in Mass, he didn’t explicitly say that it was a lesson for me. He didn’t have to."
"My fantasy begins in a dark bar. I’m with friends and currently on my second beer—enough to feel pleasantly buzzed, but not enough to start oversharing about my childhood. The music is loud and I see a man across the room. He glances at me, and then looks away. I take a sip of my beer. Then the song ends and the man across the room looks back at me and calls my name. It’s my turn for karaoke."
I am dissolvingSlowly at first,Bubbles so tiny you’d hardly noticeTiny circles clinging to the wall of the glassDecorative, even. Fashionable. The good kind of bubbles. They’re coming faster now, expanding and bursting in a frenzied feeding.Now they avert their eyes,Too much for comfort. For fashion.I am foaming, uncomfortable, spilling over and leaving a sticky residue … Continue reading Gin Fizz
"I have no idea why I was assigned to work in the art room when I was hired on as a staff member. I have no obvious talent for art, I didn’t request it, and as I was only 18, I didn’t yet look like I’d completely given up on life (I think)."