July 2010
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tyler durden; getting laid
he pulls the collar of my shirt down, exposing my shoulder. tilts my head, bites my neck, flicks his tongue lightly over me. leaning back, hips still tilted forward into my stomach, he traces his fingertips over the words needled into the thin skin across my clavicle.
“what’s this say?” he asks softly.
“only after disaster can we be resurrected.” i answer and he...
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he turned the knob slowly, pushing the door open slightly, allowing just a narrow ribbon of light to pierce the darkness of their bedroom. she was completely consumed in the covers, only her long black hair fanned across the pillow exposed. he slid into the room, folding his lips together as he concentrated on closing the door silently behind him.
feeling his way through the dark, he sat on the...
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we're on the couch.
i can’t reach the remote on the coffee table. he’s asleep on his stomach, his head on my lap, his cheek stuck to my inner thigh, his fingers tucked underneath my legs. they twitch as he dreams. he breathes softly, warm against my skin. his eyelashes are long, supple. they flutter against his cheeks. the movie has stopped playing, the television recycles the animation of the options...
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it’s raining, windows are open. drops gather, glisten in the spaces of the screen. soft darkness fills the room, thunder rumbles in the distance. i wish there was a weeping willow in my yard. i’ve always loved them, bending but not breaking beautifully under some perceived but nonexistent weight. they remind me of myself, especially right now.
i’m lonely, but not in the mood for...
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when we met he told me that he was very important, that he had many leather bound books and his apartment smelled of rich mahogany. i laughed, said “alright, ron.” he told me later that it was a test, that no girl that didn’t get the joke could ever be the one for him. i’m glad i passed.
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waiting for my train.
i flatten skittles between my fingers, nibble off the candy shell pieces embedded in my fingerprints, suck off the color stains. i feel eyes on me, look to my left. there’s a man there watching me, intently. a very average looking man, a forgettable man with bland blonde hair, peachy skin, not of a remarkable height or build.
but there is a hunger in his glassy eyes that i’ll never...
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for months i’d avoided the mirror. every glimpse of my shimmering reflection in a store window brought back memories of his jeers. his insults were constant, inescapable. they muted the praise of others, rang over any rare instances of self appreciation. i had so much pride before him and no idea how to get it back.
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i sank into the soft couch cushions and they enveloped me almost completely. i held my knees together, hiding what my too short dress might reveal if i didn’t. i was deathly bored, fidgety. i ran my hand across the freshly shorn side of my head, twisted my fingers in the long curls on the other, fiddled with the rim of my red plastic cup, pulled on my septum jewelry, pressed my lips...