spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
She fucked him to remember She fucked him to forget She fucked him to feel beautiful She fucked him to be someone else She fucked him to drown out the pain She fucked him to feel alive Because when he was deep inside her… Continue Reading “Senseless”
Passion ignited Devotion captured Heart dismissed Doubts returned Shadows lengthened Light disappeared Darkness descended Head played Promises abandoned Trust deserted Hope wavered Affection discarded Tears cascaded Pleas ignored Mind illuminated Love defeated Lesson learned tara caribou | ©️2018
My mind is circling again. The demons of old are whispering in my ear and I am listening. God. Why do I listen? You’ll never be good enough. You’re not worth it. You should be a better artist. You aren’t intelligent enough. You should… Continue Reading “This Time”
Try as she might, she could not eject him from her mind. Perhaps she never really tried all that hard, to be honest. Initially she came across his picture, an arm wrapped around a thin red-head, glass raised, foam sloshed over the edge on… Continue Reading “Unhinged (Portraits pt. 4)”
Little mouse quakes and shivers Little mouse twitches her whiskers Little mouse watches from the dark corner under the coffee table Her heart stirs Her heart goes pitter-patter Her heart nearly bursts within her breast She sees what she wants She sees the path… Continue Reading “Faint-heart”
Day after day he creeps through life. It wasn’t always so. There was a time when they held hands and spent hours talking and had loved without abandon. But the fire has long since died out in her eyes and a cold condescending glare… Continue Reading “Unappreciated (Portraits pt. 3)”
Dreams made reality aren’t always for the best. When he was a young man, he had two desires. The first was to marry his childhood sweetheart and the second was to make it big with his band. The day the record company signed them… Continue Reading “Unresponsive (Portraits pt. 2)”
I despise myself, how much I love you. You hold my heart, and perhaps you already know it, though I suspect you don’t. I love you, though I know we could never work out. I love you, though I know you’re worth so much… Continue Reading “Ridiculous Beyond Repair”
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