She sat in the café waiting for him to arrive. This was the exciting yet nerve wracking moment that it all hinged on. She was usually nervous until they were lying together. Then she was in her comfort zone. She had a dominant personality that strong men found challenging, and quieter men found fascinating. Either … Continue reading Tinderbox
Play With Me
She is on her phone again. Talking, listening to music, playing on apps. Not playing with me. Not talking to me. Not holding me. I'm twelve years old. I'm her only child. I don't have a dad. Well that's not true. I go to stay in his house one night every two weeks. He's usually … Continue reading Play With Me
Opaque
I am attempting to look through the windows. I am facing them. I am about three feet from the panes of glass. They are opaque. I do not know why. I know they should be translucent. I am not sure how I know this but I do. Are they mocking me? When I turn around … Continue reading Opaque
Falling into Oblivion
How should I write this? It seems I should know already, but I don't. It is hard for me to remember things. I suppose I'll remember this. No. I won't remember. When I open my tablet to write something else, this will be visible in my drafts. Then I will remember. No. As I said. … Continue reading Falling into Oblivion
Sitting on the Dock
'Sitting on the Dock of the Bay, Watching the Tide Roll Away' - Otis Reading I sit on the dock. My feet dangle in the water. They barely skim the surface. The tops of my feet are dry. I imagine I am able to stand on the water. Something, as a child, I swore to … Continue reading Sitting on the Dock
It’s All Arranged
Disclaimer: I have minimal knowledge of Indian culture (cultures), scant medical knowledge, and know about arranged marriages, only through the few friends, who are in arranged marriages, have told me. I hope I did the subject matter some justice. This piece contains sexual material. If you don't like it, or are a minor, don't read … Continue reading It’s All Arranged
