It’s always been a struggle, being the girl who needed proof.
Never accepting anyone’s assumptions, always testing the truth. The scar on your right hand, from an open flame you just had to touch; the scar on your right ventricle, from the cocaine you snorted just to see if you could stop.… Read the rest “Proof”
I want to hang out with you at 2am, when the endorphins have abandoned you and the money’s been spent. I would consider it a gift to hold your face in my hands and watch the dead thing behind your eyes reassert itself in the moonlight.
Someone recently asked if I thought she should cheat on her age-appropriate boyfriend with her much-older college professor. I decided to answer her publicly for the edification of all.
Dear Aspiring Tramp:
I seldom give advice, and when I do, it should always be assumed to come with a disclaimer indicating that I’m not an authority on jack-shit.… Read the rest “Dear Bedtime”
Good.
Not “good, I’m glad your dad was a dick,” nor “good, you’re fucking a drug addict!” I mean “good, you’ve finally reached one of those rare moments in your life when you get to make a meaningful choice.” That hate you’re feeling is there for a reason… it’s asking a question that only you can answer.… Read the rest “My dad left when I was 9 bc snorting coke was more important than his own kid. Now I’m dating a coke addict and I hate myself more and more everyday for it”
[CONTENT NOTE: Unpleasantries abound. Proceed accordingly.]
So, it’s our anniversary; be honest, baby, what do you see in our future?
I want to feed on your youth and beauty until I’ve devoured or defiled everything about you that could ever be of use.… Read the rest “Date Night Theater”
… Read the rest “all broken girls find a broken home eventually… right?”Finding a home and truly living in it are two different things.
In my experience, it took almost twenty years to teach her she didn’t need to flinch when I reached for her. It took fifteen years for her to figure out she no longer needed to lie to survive.
He wants to leave. You can feel it. That’s why you’re here, living this moment, feeling your body slipping away from you. This is the price.
Daddy left you when you were eight, and never even said goodbye. Truth is, even before he left, he hardly said anything at all; when he was around, it was usually to hound Mommy for sex she refused to supply in exchange for money he didn’t have.… Read the rest “Patterns”
[CONTENT ADVISORY: Here be dragons.]
You’re a filthy daughter of Lot; always have been, always will be. It’s in the divine plan, that you’d end up this way, making me do these things to you. I’m just grateful to the good Lord for giving me the strength to endure your unholy depredations for so awfully long; I held out against the devil inside you for nineteen straight years!… Read the rest “Born Again”
[CONTENT NOTE: Here be dragons. More explicit than a lot of my stuff, which will either make you think “yay!” or “yikes!”]
The room smelled like a toilet in a third-world brothel, and didn’t look much better. The only illumination came from a few bare, flickering lightbulbs dangling from an overhead network of haphazardly strung electrical wires, dimly revealing a cramped, stuffy space that seemed less a carefully crafted rape dungeon than the unfinished weekend remodeling project of an unmotivated suburban dad.… Read the rest “Goodbye the Hard Way (Complete)”
It’s about to go too far.
You’re a girl in a man’s world, and you’ve seen a lot of it. It’s not new to you: the unwanted touches, the hurtful, frightening whispers, and the constant anticipation of helplessness have all been with you since the day you learned what the emptiness between your legs really meant.… Read the rest “Setbacks”
