Secrets
All The Light in The Room
I leave the lamp on, and the choice hits me all at once, like something that can’t be taken back. My shirt is already on the floor. I remember pulling it over my head without thinking, easy in the moment, automatic. Standing here with nothing between me and the light feels different. The air finds everything. My breasts hang lower than I want them to. There is no correcting it in this light. They shift when I breathe. My stomach rests forward, soft, moving with me instead of holding still the way I always wish it would. My thighs press together and stay there, taking up the space they take up whether I agree with it or not. I feel all of it, a full awareness I usually cut off before it gets this far.
By Fatal Serendipity6 months ago in Confessions
: I Purple You — The Three Words That Rewrote Love. Content Warning.
“ I love you ” is easy. People say it on day one. They say it in pictures. They publish it on cards at the grocery store. But “ I grandiloquent you ”? That’s not Hallmark. That’s a sanitarium cuff. That’s a 3 AM textbook. That’s a pledge you only make when you plan to stay for the messy corridor. Taehyung said it first in 2016, all shy “ Do you know what purple means? Purple is the last color of the rainbow. It means I'll trust and love you for a long time. ” He allowed
By sonu6 months ago in Confessions
She Kept Everyone's Darkest Secrets — Until One Destroyed Her
here was a girl in my neighborhood who knew everything about everyone. Not because she snooped. Not because she pried. Because people simply told her — at 2 a.m. over the phone, in the back of parked cars, in bathroom stalls at parties she hadn't even wanted to attend. They told her things they had never spoken aloud. And she listened. Every single time.
By Story Prism6 months ago in Confessions
The Fragile Snap of My Internal Law. Runner-Up in I Made It Worse Challenge.
You understand the necessity of stopping a disaster before it happens don’t you? I decided to start my day overthinking. I would wash my hair. I would multiply my lucre. Instead I had to endure a capricious flow that arrived unannounced; I had to witness the stain of a fresh liner; I had to listen to the fragile snap of my glasses colliding with the shower floor.
By Caitlin Charlton6 months ago in Confessions
The Cost of High-Frequency Tolerance: A Technical Audit of Self-Erasure
The observation period has ended. This document records the findings. This is not a reflection. It is an audit. The subject: a legacy identity construct trained to equate availability with value.
By Khali Sollis6 months ago in Confessions
Language
I love language, and I love with it and through it. True residents of my heart have their own languages with me. I often write for an audience of one. When he reads the same poem you do, the images resonate differently with him—he was there for all of it. The rest of you may never learn more than the aesthetic beauty of a Charleston staircase, a train on a trestle, Chick-fil-A, or ice blue eyes. That’s okay—the images resonate within and outside their surface meanings, as intended.
By Harper Lewis 6 months ago in Confessions
I’m Sorry… It Got Worse: A Hilarious Apology That Spirals Completely Out of Control
I’d like to begin by saying I’m sorry. Not a casual sorry. Not a “whoops, my bad” tossed over the shoulder while walking away. I mean a sincere, sit-down, make-eye-contact, possibly-bring-snacks kind of apology. The kind that suggests I am fully aware something has gone terribly wrong… even if I am only just now understanding exactly how wrong.
By Kamel Saidani6 months ago in Confessions
Being Perfect
Introduction A Vocal Creator Friend Grz Colm made a comment on the story below which inspired this piece. These are just some thoughts about how we can all be perfect in lots of small ways. Things may not be technically perfect but they will be perfect for us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Confessions
