athcreative
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There’s people outside, the thrashing and bustling kind. Nowadays they seem to blur like shadows in dithyrambic dazes. We shiver at the thought of joining them out there, so we watch through sectioned sickle panes. And the days that go […]
For once I was a first impression, To catch a lady’s eye. Though now I sit here on a rack, Watching customers pass by. Child, Mother, Mayor and maid, Looking for something to buy. Do my bright colours intrigue you, […]
when a cotton white shirt sits down when it’s new, but about 23 wears in when you smell it before you see it when you think about putting your knit brow […]
There was a girl who used to look in the mirror and tell herself one thing she loved about herself every day. She always smiled, she sung in the shower and spent all of her hours comfortable in her own […]
In bed, one will ask “Are you ready?” ‘Ready’ has little to do with your age, you do not have to be going steady. There is no ‘right place’ or certain life stage. So long as someone uses some latex […]
Trail your fingertips over my skin. Make me arch with shivers. Lick a pathway from my navel to my breasts, hear me moan in pleasure. Kiss me everywhere and more. Let me love you forever.
I will never let you keep the accent lamp in the kitchen. There’s pans, and pots, and spoons, and knives. Cutting boards are littered with chives. The wine we have is Spanish, and the cheese we have is French, and […]
His sins do you confess them? No I keep them. To some a peculiar matter for wife and husband, but the summer I was sixteen thirty-two years after the summer my sister was sixteen what […]
Pawn Manipulated. Easily captured. Often deemed the weakest. Insignificant. Or so it may seem when it is so effortlessly annihilated by all of the other stronger pieces and even stronger still, the hand that displaces one without much of a […]
He was a Jazz player at a glance A family man in context He was cool, not as a description That was his definition His voice was bold, proud Echoing the music That didn’t play out loud “Better get it […]
i wish i were more things that a person could love, but my skin is raw and scarred, every second that i breathe is a second too long, and even with the right intentions my actions end up wrong. What […]
As he stared into her eyes, the silence seemed to creep up onto them. It hung there, sitting with them. Buzz. Buzz. Her phone. Her parents must have walked into her room where she was supposed to be sleeping. She […]
Out of focus save for a lock of chestnut hair, my father wholly in shadow and his hands around my chest. My mother watching but even then consumed by her own darkness. It’s my second birthday, and my father is […]
Love is one of the earliest concepts I remember being introduced to. It was the unbreakable connection between family. You could fight all you wanted and the love stayed strong. I never understood that love; it never seemed as strong […]