• Arelle commented on the post, port 8 years ago

    They sat on a tiger pelt and drank port. He thought that he would rather be sipping on a fifth of whiskey. She thought this had to be the most romantic moment of her life.

  • Arelle commented on the post, crouch 8 years ago

    I feel crouched when I walk down the street, even though I am standing, intentionally tall, willing my shoulders back so I might, from a distance, appear confident to a stranger. But mentally, I am crouched down so low within myself, not wanting to be seen. Because the person I am right now is not […]

  • Arelle commented on the post, umbrella 8 years, 1 month ago

    She never carried one, that’s for certain. And she despised when a man would intrude her personal space to cover her head with some flimsy mess of polyester and wire.

  • Arelle commented on the post, poison 8 years, 1 month ago

    It happens slowly so you don’t have time to respond. You only notice it in the small things; how your throat feels in the morning, the not so white color of the whites of your eyes. When you realize it, you are already lost.

  • Arelle commented on the post, brick 8 years, 2 months ago

    You said I should watch this movie “Brick”. I watched it alone and was utterly perplexed as to why you liked it, but when you asked me what I thought, I said I loved it. We haven’t hung out in a while, but I think if you’d ask me now I would tell you that […]

  • Arelle commented on the post, bulb 8 years, 2 months ago

    the dirt infested her fingers, worming its way deep within safe crevices. She was hoping the tulips would cheer him up after she’d gone.

  • Arelle commented on the post, bulb 8 years, 2 months ago

    the dirt infested her fingers, worming its way deep within safe crevices. She was hoping the tulips would cheer him up after she’d gone.

  • Arelle commented on the post, level 8 years, 2 months ago

    I never want an even plane. Never want equilibrium. And when I remember that I cry because of lack of stability in life.. in relationships, I know I am being silly. The thing i cry for is intensely boring.

  • Arelle commented on the post, amuse 8 years, 2 months ago

    She sat with tiny hands clasping her tiny knees, her sparrow-like neck outstretched over the banister. The dancers twirled, seeming to look right at her, seeming to dance merely for her amusement.

  • Arelle commented on the post, thunder 8 years, 2 months ago

    little girls with hair so tangled by the blanket that embedded the two in warmth and comfort shrieked with joy as they heard the storm outside their houseboat boom. They didn’t notice their father’s face flush gray, but they looked up in time to see the back of his weathered head ascend onto the deck.

  • Arelle commented on the post, ill 8 years, 2 months ago

    When I don’t write and find that I talk around all the things I wish to say, inept at articulating simple thoughts, this when I know I’m ill.