Holly Elaine
Bio
I'm Holly (she/her)! I am a Pisces, a lesbian thespian, and a bad bitch witch. I love to write fiction short stories, plays/monologues, and poems on occasion. In my work you'll find women, magic, love, loss, grunge, and nature.
Stories (4/0)
You Deserve to Know
You stand in an endless and still lake, thinking any baby ripples are powerful waves. You pretend the cushy, solid bottom is going to give out at any second with a current or riptide. You mistake your lovely reality for the concerns of the unknown. You wonder if anything you do is enough, you worry that you float unseen, you wish for time to move slower. But, Mom, I need you to know that we are here. The love you have given is the love you now receive. We painted the sky you see reflected in this lake. Look up. See the beauty your children are capable of, because of you. The twinkling purple, for forgiveness and healing. The pale pink, for new beginnings and hope. The bright orange, for laughter and joy. The deep blue, for promises and love. These are the strokes we made for you to admire. We have painted you a home in our hearts, as we climb ladders of self love, taught by you, our Mother.
By Holly Elaine2 years ago in Confessions
The Lemon
I cut open a lemon. I wanted -- no, needed -- a drink. The day had been a sprint through gelatin, and my leg began to cramp. I craved a hug and a kiss from her. My girl, who was at that moment, 2175 miles away from me. So I figured the vodka would be warm enough to settle for, maybe.
By Holly Elaine2 years ago in Poets
the forest
I come to - suddenly. I catch my breath, as my eyes focus with the new intense light. My chest heaving, I feel my senses sharpen, and I notice an innocent ant crawling between my tiny toes. Wet and cool dirt hold my bare feet gently. I wipe moisture from my cheeks and taste it. The dew is sweet.
By Holly Elaine2 years ago in Poets
NO HALO
Audrey sat in the front seat of her car. A bottle of wine that she didn’t realize she already emptied was in her fist. Her tiny fist. The skyline was milking out the final drops of violet as the temperature fell with the sun. She waited. She felt stupid. She licked her sour lips and put a cold hand to her burning cheek. She was glad there were some clouds out today so that the sunset looked more like a painting than it did like nature. She was also incredibly glad that no one was on this side of the trail parking lot at 7:46pm on a Tuesday night in July.
By Holly Elaine2 years ago in Wander
