Descent
Nothing you ever do will make me prouder of you than I am at this moment.
Nothing you ever do will make me proud.
Nothing you ever do.
Nothing. You.
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Patterns
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”
Upon Reflection
The girl in the mirror keeps trying to destroy what little you have, deny what little you’ve become, and defy the sad little fate you long ago accepted. But if we work together, we can make her pay. We can beat the wasted beauty from her bones and then cast what’s left to the wind.… Read the rest “Upon Reflection”
Growing Apart
I’ve put up with a lot. The drinking, the drugs… the men. You’re an addict, and I try not to expect too much from you. Your weakness defines you, and I knew that going in. It’s no one’s fault but my own that I set out on a quest to fix you, so I’ve never blamed you, no matter how much you’ve deserved it.… Read the rest “Growing Apart”
A Broken Thesis
Modern woman is man’s greatest creation. She is our most perfect objet d’art.
We have made her beautiful and yet insecure; educated her and then ignored her ideas; shared with her our work but only let her reach so far.… Read the rest “A Broken Thesis”
No One’s Priority
Don’t give me that nonsense. I can already tell you’re trying to make this my fault.
But make no mistake: you’re in the trunk of the car because the trunk is where you belong. Can’t you tell, just by the way people look at you?… Read the rest “No One’s Priority”
Bad Timing
[CONTENT NOTE: Here be dragons.]
You’re confused, baby… I can tell. So just hush while I clear things up for you, okay? Good.
I’m sure you see my hard cock and you probably wonder, “Does my Daddy want to make love to me?”… Read the rest “Bad Timing”
I want you to cry.
Not just a little, nor merely a lot; I want it to be always, and forever. I want you to weep rivers that mark your cheeks with their sediment, carving your anxieties into the soft terrain of your skin. I want your tears to impinge on every moment of your life, every aspect of your existence, until they taint even your joy, and you can no longer tell loss from love.… Read the rest “I want you to cry.”
Minutiae
It’s quite a thing, living life at floor level. Growing acquainted with the dust, even as you silently pray that it never settles upon you.
Each crack in the floor boards becoming, like you, a pretty little abyss, ripe with mystery and portent.… Read the rest “Minutiae”
Where do you go when I fuck you?
Sometimes I want to follow you there and take it from you, colonize it as I have every other aspect of your existence. You should know that you don’t deserve a refuge I cannot despoil, a private hell I cannot infest; the arid steppes of your imagination are mine, by the right of the conqueror over the conquered.… Read the rest “Where do you go when I fuck you?”