Don’t worry, my darling. I haven’t yet shit. Despite all the cars you’ve just nearly hit However, my hand holds the handle so tight… My skin has gone pale, and my eyes are shut tight. I shake and I shiver. I gasp and I moan. It might sound more sexy, if we were at home.Continue reading “Ode to My Husband’s Driving”
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The Melody in the Silence
I breathe in, taking the silence into my lungs. It penetrates my blood and travels through my body, filling each cell with a melody of peace.
Perfume, Nostalgia and Tea
He was overcome by the scent of her perfume, the same his wife had worn all through their short marriage. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this,” he said, when their lips were less than a centimeter apart. She pulled back, her eyes wide with surprise, “Did I do something wrong, Stephen?” “No… No, it’s nothingContinue reading “Perfume, Nostalgia and Tea”
Nothing Like You
He was nothing like you, but I was lonely I was nothing like the me I used to be… Unable to be alone for one more night His hands, so un-calloused, unlike yours My clothes, new, shiny… Too different I left them behind, like you left me Piled like a glittering puddle on his bedroomContinue reading “Nothing Like You”
Shattered Together
Did it make you feel any better when you put your hurt into me? Did it bring back what you lost? Heal your broken soul? I ask because… I wonder if you wonder… How it felt for me.
Complicated
You asked me to go And I did Not because I wanted To meet your stupid friends And not because I need To make friends of my own You asked me to go And I wanted… What did I want? To please you? To shut you up? To show I cared? If I figure itContinue reading “Complicated”
Madness Forsaken
They said I was mad and sent me away to live in isolation at the edge of the forest. I had no friends, no daily interactions, no love from another human. The loneliness sucked at my soul until I learned to sit and sense the movement of the forest around my stillness. I watched the graceful spiralContinue reading “Madness Forsaken”
An Open Letter to my Crappy Boss
Source (picture of a stop sign set against a cloudy sky) Dear Barbara,I’m struggling to understandWhat possesses youTo behave so spitefullyIn nearly all of our interactions.Was there something specificI did to upset you?Or are you driven bySome internal greedFor the kind of powerGiven only toMiddle managers?I’m asking becauseI’m losing the abilityTo give a FuckAbout yourContinue reading “An Open Letter to my Crappy Boss”
Ode to my Bullshit Coworker: I Wish He Were Toast
My friend tells me there’s mouse poop in the office toaster It’s the one Bob and I bought together While he still graced us with his daily presence But I hated Bob I hated his presence I hated his ugliness from the inside out And yet I learned to imitate My disgusted disdain Reflecting hisContinue reading “Ode to my Bullshit Coworker: I Wish He Were Toast”
Natolie Webb 