policeman

pastor

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mailman

kitten

ikebana

hell

show

I
want
to be
Sutton
Foster.

hospital

granddaughter

point

novel

I was awoken by the back of your hand moving across my cheek. Your skin, cooler than mine, glided across mine with such ease, my cheek seemed almost to brush it off as though you had done it a million times before. My heart fluttered me more awake, and my eyes parted to find your smile, waiting for me.

keyboard

height

green

my favorite color.

gauge

My fingertips danced over the cold silver, automatically clutching three knives, two big forks and one small. I realized I had been using a small fork for dinner at my parent’s house since I was a teenager. It symbolized my adolescence, and I was still drawn to it. Entering my parent’s house, I instantly became a teenager again and the toxicity of my youth overpowered me all over again. I put down the third fork and picked up one more, larger one. I was an adult now.

form

flesh

it felt wrong. it felt forbidden. and it felt wonderful.

chick

vacation

step-brother

Close eyes and concentrate on the pressure.

There is a pressure in my chest.
It's trying to get out.
Love wants to get out.
Once it is created, love exists on its own.
It longs to get out of the confining chambers of our hearts.
It pushes and pushes until we can't contain it any longer.
It spills out the nearest exit.
Our mouths are its gateway.
It longs to stretch and make friends.
I release my love whenever I feel it asking me to.
To keep love all to yourself eventually kills it anyway.
I release love from my soul so it may seek others hearts to harbor.
We feel love but it is a tricky concept.
Sometimes it escapes without our allowance.
Love needs no permission.
Love is magic.
Without any explanation, love leaves us.
Love is taken away.
As fast as it is destroyed, it is created again.

snowflake

porter

pancreas