• tori commented on the post, talon 5 years, 4 months ago

    Sharp. Pain. Blood staining my thigh where his talon dragged down my leg, a punishment.

  • Shards of glass cut into my feet, but I feel nothing. Knife wounds slice against my arms, but I feel nothing. Hot steaming water pours down over me, but I feel still nothing. You thrust your hand into my chest, […]

  • tori commented on the post, insect 7 years, 2 months ago

    Looking back now, I realise I did what needed to be done. He was an insect, a parasite that was slowly sucking the life out of me. Even when I craved that from him because it meant he was paying attention.

  • You’ve never reached out your hand to me, I’ve always been the one to grab it as it swings lifelessly by your side. While you breathe in air, I’d breathe out disappointment. It doesn’t take much for thin hair to […]

  • tori commented on the post, primitive 7 years, 2 months ago

    It’s the oldest, most basic of instincts. Something we crave, something we loathe, something we feel is as necessary as air but is actually nowhere near that vital. Yet still, we all strive to feel it, at least once.

  • I like to sit in the quiet, where nothing moves and my breath is but a touch upon my own skin, damp and cold. I can pretend that my voice echoes off of newly white painted walls, wrapping me up in my own words […]

  • tori commented on the post, outgoing 7 years, 2 months ago

    He was the complete opposite of me. The life of the party. The one who could draw every eye in a room just by entering it. Maybe that’s why we could never last.

  • tori commented on the post, shorthand 7 years, 2 months ago

    He never wrote anything the way it should be written. The note was all in shorthand, choppy sentences and fragments of thoughts that I could never seem to put together into anything that made sense.

  • tori commented on the post, nominated 7 years, 2 months ago

    He really was the best I ever had. There is no one on this earth who can compare to him, and yet… He was cast in the perfect role, nominated to be the one who made my world come crashing down.

  • Sometimes I like to pretend that I don’t remember how your voice sounds, or how many seconds it takes for you to inhale my love and exhale it like poison dripping out of your mouth. I like to pretend that I don’t […]

  • tori commented on the post, hearing 7 years, 2 months ago

    I am deaf to every word he speaks, every pretty lie that falls from his lips. I refuse to listen any longer.

  • I crawled into the depths of your heart, and hoped to God that you wouldn’t find me. I hid in the shadows, fed on your love, and swam through the thorns to find your soul. All I found was pitch darkness, and the […]

  • tori commented on the post, separate 7 years, 2 months ago

    I never thought it would come to that day. The ties that bound us seemed too strong to ever break… Everything eventually comes apart though.

  • The dirt under his finger nails were beautiful. I wanted to taste the filth, imperfection, the ugly, and in between. I wanted to be the gum under his shoes. I wanted to be wanted.

  • tori commented on the post, hallowed 7 years, 2 months ago

    I used to worship him. He was as sacred to me as the saints are to Catholics, a hallowed object made to be revered and adored. I still wonder sometimes what changed.

  • tori commented on the post, sliver 7 years, 2 months ago

    Just a tiny piece of him was all I wanted. A sliver of his attention, to know that I truly did matter.

  • tori commented on the post, balloons 7 years, 2 months ago

    Black and pink, my favourite colours. I remember feeling sad when they deflated, the transience of happiness.

  • Jay Dee commented on the post, poster 7 years, 2 months ago

    He was unable to see the swan, but he did notice a rather conspicuous poster by the door. It was an advertisement for the museum’s exhibition of artifacts discovered in the ancient mountain villages.

  • tori commented on the post, poster 7 years, 2 months ago

    I stare at it day after day. He didn’t have many talents, but he was a genius behind the camera. The cityscape captured through his lens and magnified to take up the space of an entire wall. I wish I could tear it down.

  • He hates being strong. Strong meant sacrificing what you love most for what you’re supposed to love, and that wasn’t him at all.