Taking me back
She holds her pain in with her upright carriage,her ribs a birdcage made of frail, malleable things.She smiles; a half-smile…
A Microfiction
Things I won’t give up — the back of your neck, bare above collar. Hair hung loosely…
Desire burningdeep in medeep in my minddeep in my fleshdeep in my boneto haveto taketo penetrateto…
They come during the night when I am at my weakest moment.Sometimes during the day when I am not paying…