Home – Inspired by The Arty Plants Man Black & White Photo

She called earlier and I didn't answer. I played the message back during lunch. "What was it like?" She asked in her bubbly sarcastic laugh. It was brutal. I hate public speaking. It makes my stomach bleed knives. Took me two hours to recover. I almost threw up back stage. Somehow I got a big … Continue reading Home – Inspired by The Arty Plants Man Black & White Photo

Slave to Love – Warrior Queen

It was a gift to be tormented by her. I bore it with pleasure. My body enjoyed the tease and my thoughts ran away with her silhouette immediately. The way she carried herself when unclothed placated my senses. I felt nothing but her, her universe. Surrounded by her milky way, she allowed me the courtesy … Continue reading Slave to Love – Warrior Queen

Slave to Love – Office Visit

David sat in his car for a while. He stared out across the street to the French Cafe where he and Mireille met for lunch the previous week. They both had been pleasantly surprised. The dining options downtown were not all that great, but the picturesque decor of the cafe had her smiling ear to … Continue reading Slave to Love – Office Visit

Solitary – Inspired by The Arty Plants Man Black & White Photo

A solitary mellifluous thought swallowed, tormented by the silence of my walks in black and white. The sound of it's ardent vigor slammed against my mind. I am powerless to change it. I give in, defeated by its path in this melancholy forest. What is this life? What is this conundrum of sunken, expired existence? … Continue reading Solitary – Inspired by The Arty Plants Man Black & White Photo

Slave to Love – Drive

This whole day has been a mess. Problem after mess of a problem and boss fucks and crap! I had no idea the meeting would take so long. It’s Friday and she’s probably bothered. She doesn’t get upset unless it’s really merited but... I hope I have explained myself well enough. She had this great … Continue reading Slave to Love – Drive

A stuttering heart

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pH541v-ouag Sometimes I feel like the world will collapse over me. Like I owe it something, but I don’t know what. I keep myself safe by saying little. Little of what is stinging me. I swallow it so as not to intrude on the happiness living out there, loudly, hurtfully. I don’t want to be … Continue reading A stuttering heart