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Tonight

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The smell
Of earth
Dirt between
Toes
Where we go
Nobody knows
Constant smiles
Laughs
And quiet
Much too cool
To start a riot
Legs under
Silver tables
Starring at me
Because you are able
Forget my bra
Don’t need to wear it
I’m around those
Who connect
With who I am
And don’t really mind
If I don’t give a damn

Latibule: a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort

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Just a little
Bit longer
I can feel
The change
Pushing past
All the negative
Do some more
Yoga
Listen to more
Sinead O’conner
The calmer you are
The better you will be
A fashion blog
Is on its way to me
A book of poems
A banjo
A guitar
If you stick
With me
You’ll see
Me go far
It’s not myself
I struggle to find
It’s a place
Called home
That I want
So dearly
To be
Mine

The Daughter of Orion (short story)

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She hadn’t been out in the rain in such a long time, walking home to her small cottage in the forest. 

It wasn’t much but it was home, she lived on a beautiful hill with a lake right outside her window, a few miles away were mountains. Such a glorious place to be. 

As the rain began to poor down on her more and more, becoming sheets of wetness, she made her way to the lake, all the while taking off piece of clothing after clothing. 

Her pale body practically glowed in the moonlight. Her long shoulder-length dark brown hair seemed to sparkle, her eyes did too, she was a beautiful sight to see with her small breasts and well shaven’d pubic hair. 

As usual she sang her song;

Born of 

Water and fire 

Eyes of 

Green and grey 

More then one heart 

Here 

I always stay 

Loving everyone 

Who comes my way 

Though I’m different 

then the rest of you 

Everything 

will be okay 

I don’t need a man

but this want 

shall not leave 

if only 

one of them 

was strong enough 

to believe 

She swam on her back and looked up at the stars, her constellation was out tonight, Orion’s belt, the same set of three stars that lay on her upper left shoulder on her back, which proved she was a goddess and not like most humans. 

But no man would believe her to be a goddess, her hearts had been broken so many times that she just felt that no man could ever see such true beauty within her nor on the outside of her. She didn’t really care, falling in love wasn’t really her priority, but in a few ways she still wanted it. 

Romance lived in her veins wither she liked it or not. She only wrote stories to keep it flowing within her or maybe each was just a spell to bring whoever he may be closer to her, like a call or sorts. She didn’t know. 

As she swam in her lake, the sky full of stars seemed to be swept away by the sunrise, it was like the lights in the sky were carefully painted with a watercolor brush one by one, such a sight to see. 

You could hear the birds and their calls to each other, singing their cheerful songs. She used to think they were annoying but they just sounded very pretty, it made her feel at home.

She splashed her way out of the water, being as ungraceful as she could be, the woman had never been able to walk in a straight line, or go up stairs without falling up or down them once and a while. Some people would find that kind of clumsiness attractive. 

She got right up to her front porch and opened the door gently, still her body was exposed, clothes in hand. 

She threw her clothes in the small hamper on the floor. Being alone was never considered “bad” to her, though she had had her share of stalkers in the past. She would spend time with friends when she truly wanted too and when it was completely necessary but living in a secluded place such as her cottage was lovely. 

Her hair was starting to dry now, she pushed it away from her face then she slipped on her favorite cream colored sweater, put on the kettle and had her favorite chai tea. 

Her mind always wandered when she was this peaceful. The thoughts were often past happy memories, times where she felt her happiest, the looks on certain faces, when she did love, so many things that filled her with hope. 

Suddenly the kettle started to whistle, she ran over to turn the burner off and poured herself her cup of tea. It was never entirely hot with her old kettle but it tasted just as good anyway. 

As she sipped her tea, she felt as if she was waiting for something. But what? her gut was telling her it was going to be something big and something dastardly wonderful. But she would have to wait for it

Whenever she felt like she was waiting like this it often happened much sooner then expected.

She gazed at her phone, then outside her window. She sat in her tiny kitchen, on painted white oak carved chairs her friend had made for her, with it came a tiny circle table which her tea sat nicely upon. 

She was tired but she wouldn’t let her eyes close. She finished her tea, left her phone where it was and went to bed. 

Her phone rang more then once and there he was. He left a few messages bringing good news knowing that in the morning she would call him back. 

It was destiny, fate, the universes doing, you name it. 

It was just meant to be and this moment proved it. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Broken Wing

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“Whats your life at home like?” he asked her with that charming smile of his. 

She just laughed and replied “Home? I’ve yet to have one of those” 

“What do you mean?” his smile dropped and quickly turned into a concerned look on his face. 

She laughed again, then explained “I come from a broken family, I’ve moved eleven times, I’ve loved three men fully and the first beat me up, the second made up stories about me and viciously broke my heart and the third left me more then once even while I had a miscarriage which was his child. I’m not enough of a home myself, the only parent that ever loved me was my mother, I raised my own sister, I protected her, I’m quite broken myself.. Now who do you think would want to love.. yes love.. a broken woman like me?” 

He didn’t quite know what to say, he loved her.. but it would be to soon to say so. 

“You’re not broken, damn anyone who ever said that you were” he felt tears well up in his eyes, how could she not see how beautiful she is? her heart was so pure and full of love, more then anything he wanted to make her happy. 

“Yes I am! I need to be fixed, I see no men who are strong enough to do so!” she felt a small sense of anger erupt in her, but it quickly faded when she felt as if she was going to cry. Gently she put her hands over her face. 

“I’m not needy, I don’t need anyone but I would like for there to be someone who can kiss away my tears, be here when I need them and give me that fucking love.” 

“I don’t understand why relationships are so important to you” He got closer to her and put his arms around her, carefully laying his hand on her back, where instead of a backbone he felt where wings should be. He gasped, she was even more beautiful to him now even if she was a mystery. He craved to know more of her, more about her, anything he could learn. 

She sighed and looked at him, tears streaking her eyes. 

“It’s not just the relationships that are important to me, it’s the people, I have such an impact on them, far more then the average human, my eternal beauty attracts them as does my outer. I love knowing more about people and changing lives, dead or alive, its just how I was created” 

“You’ve only been around those who take and take, haven’t you? there’s been no one to show you that real love does exist? as does that trust that comes with it?” he held her closer now, their lips were almost touching 

“I have been criticized my whole life, just for being who I am, I never want to go back to the past” 

He hugged her right then. Before he kissed her, he spoke words of kindness like she had never heard before. 

Instead of tears in her eyes she had a big smile on his face and he knew that he was going to be the one to keep her safe, to treat with the most respect and affection anyone had ever been brave enough to do so. 

 

Finding Home (short story)

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The rain beat against the windows of the house, like a prisoner trying his best to get the fuck out the cage he built himself. The water was in sheets, it just made everything that was outside blurry to the human eye. 

She put the gun to her head. Her hand was shaking, her eyes were red from crying, leaving her eyelids looking puffy, underneath those were slightly blue bags, she looked like she had gotten punched in the face but it was only from her lack of sleep. She was too thin, she hadn’t eaten since her best friend was taken from her. The abuse from her husband didn’t help either, it just made her sleep even more into her own reality- a land full of fearies, mermaids, nymphs and gods. There wasn’t an evil beast in sight. 

She was in nothing but her red dress, with her emerald necklace he had given her on the eve of their engagement five years ago. 

He was standing in front of her now, for the second time in his life he was down on his knees for her. 

She was about to pull the trigger when.. he cried “NO!” he shook his head in protest, holding back tears, “I can’t let you do this” he gulped. 

She didn’t answer, she just stood there feeling the anxiety and depression sweep over her more and more, her reality was the only place where she felt safe, she could no longer feel safe with him. Not anymore, not after how much of herself she had sacrificed. She always did things for others always, even if she was mistreated it was just how she was, caring so much for other people and seeing them smile. It was such a beautiful feeling to her. 

But a lot of people seemed to easily take advantage of that, instead of being proud of her and wanting her to succeed, they would take her for granted.  Only caring about their needs and using her till she had nothing left. This is what he had done. He had driven her so far away that she was on the brink of destroying herself and everything that she was. 

“Please don’t.. please don’t do this” he whimpered. 

It was too late. A simple flick of the trigger and her imagination, memory’s and her own life was gone. She fell to floor, her body lifeless. That big ole heart of hers no longer beating in her tiny chest. 

He quickly made his way over to her body. Holding her in his arms like a precious jewel and looking into her cold dead eyes that once shown lights. He let himself fall to pieces, he let his walls completely down. He had fucked up and he had fucked up badly and he had hurt the one woman in the world that truly loved him for everything that he was, who refused to leave, who put up with more of his shit then anyone else. She was gone. 

She walked towards what looked like a bright white light, then found herself in a clearing, full of lush green grass, with a lake not very far behind it, she frolicked up and down beautiful hills of green till she came to the dock. 

Some mermaids sang and smiled at her. 

It was then that she knew, she was home.