i swallow
white pills
for breakfast
along with my
orange juice and
regret
because plan A
keep your hands to yourself
never works.
when the night
falls
and the voices
get louder
i need a strange man
to put his hands
around my waist
and whisper
in my ear
everything
i need to hear.
then i spit
in his mouth
and send him back home
and i turn on the TV
hoping that my skin
forgets
and the acid
in my belly
does not let life
live in me.
i am young
and stupid
just like i am
supposed to be.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Damn...you always get me on an emotional level and cerebral level. I am sure this is how it feels for many women nowadays, that's how I read it anyway. Being young, lost, female and not wanting kids, but wanting the other stuff, but not the men hanging around. Well done, as ever, Sara!
One tough pill to swallow. Well written!
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