Writer, Faux Adult, Nervous Hamster
I had never even seen a money belt before, so I was somewhat disappointed when my dad presented me with something that looked like a deflated, flesh-toned fanny pack. "This is it?" I asked. "It doesn't have to be pretty, it just has to keep your passport safe."
"You were something I had to survive. Sometimes I didn’t think I would"
"The trees are in bloom and the leaves are thick with pearls like swollen berries. The branches hang heavy as hearts under their weight and I wonder what it would be like to swallow a pearl. "
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."
Emily Regan 