The heat is beginning to get to us. It’s inescapable without the refuge of air conditioned shopping malls or movie theatres, but gone are the carefree days of milling around indoors when the summer heat spikes. The heat is insufferable and we eat our words, taking back every muttered curse aimed at a rainy spring…
[Content Warning: references to sexual assault, childhood neglect and mistreatment.] We all have a Shadow. It is the part of ourselves that we look away from, the part that we fear, starve and ignore.
I’m done waiting for the world to change to see that I am beautiful, because beautiful is only one thing that I am. Multi dimensional, a sexual intellectual, I’m brimming with reasons to be loved. And I am. And I do. What else could possibly matter?
[Content Warning: social/sexual grooming of an underage girl, details of sexual assault, mentions of childhood sexual assault, rape and murder.]
I just love the very blood of you. It keeps its heat in spite of you. Oh, the heart that beats, to keep you here with me always.
Let’s play Summer School. I’ll be the teacher, you be the student. I’ll put my hair up in a bun and wear my glasses, I’ll rap you on the knuckles if you fidget or misbehave. You can skip the panties, just the skirt will do, and snip off the top three buttons of your blouse.…
The thermometer by the back door belied the heat of the afternoon; it was breezeless and blue-skyed, the kind of heat that made Owen’s blood feel thick and syrupy. Mowing the lawn had been a mistake, he should have waited until the evening or the next morning, but it was done now and he had…
Starless, the midsummer night breathes the lilac breeze across our backs our fronts too electrically entwined to notice