• Katya commented on the post, coma 6 years, 1 month ago

    The sun trickles through the curtains, her alarm blares and wails and bleats, and still she sleeps. She rises from her lonely bed, sheds her nightdress, and flings herself beneath the shower’s steady stream, and still she sleeps.

    She slumbers through the drive to work, the many meetings, and the constant grind. She never responds the…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, tousled 6 years, 4 months ago

    Bringing the mug to her lips, Laura took a deep breath and held it, trying to find her center, some peace. She took a sip as she leaned on the doorframe, looking in on her empty room.

    She grimaced. The coffee had chilled. Just like the mussed sheets and her reckless passion.

    He had seemed so perfect in the dark. His smirk and soft voice…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, intrigue 6 years, 4 months ago

    She’s hard to ignore. Her delicate fingers, dancing along the hem of a scandalously short skirt, twirling through her soft, brown curls, brushing across her mouth as if to distract from her upturned lips when in reality they only further draw you in – her fingers are hard to ignore.

    Those fingers haunt my dreams, ghosting like a memory across…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, historic 6 years, 4 months ago

    “The world sucks,” Someone once said. “The world sucks, you get old, then you die, and no one will even remember your name.”

    But you know what? I’m sick of doing what Someone says. Someone out there is an asshole, telling us both who we’re suppose to be and what we’re suppose to wear and where we’re allowed to go.

    Fuck them! I’m done with…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, welt 6 years, 4 months ago

    He likes to spends the early hours before dawn tracing the swollen, red ridges marching their way across her otherwise unmarred skin.

    He loves them – not her or his job, not his estranged parents or his shitty ass apartment, certainly not having to chase down his next hit, God, not even the fucking sex. He just loves those welts marring her…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, justification 6 years, 5 months ago

    I don’t need to convince you I’m right, that I’m being reasonable, because honestly, do you think you can stop me?

    Only the defeated have to justify their actions; only the weaker have to convince superiors of their motives, and Love, I’m neither. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, because power plus not giving a shit equals freedom. While I…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, fasting 6 years, 5 months ago

    In the dark, it’s easy to forget life isn’t suppose to be like this.

    Sweaty palms chart their way across your topography under the flash of neon lights. You’d do anything to get away. But then he leans in, his rancid breath against your lips, and whispers that he’s got The Shit, and the thing is you’d be anyone’s bitch for another hit. The…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, derived 6 years, 6 months ago

    Everything that ever was or ever will be came from something else. Even the air we breathe. It’s the reminisce of some sad star once circling in a galaxy us little Earthlings never get to see.

    I guess in that sense, I shouldn’t be surprised by the way things turned out.
    But I was.

    You hear the start of my story on the news all the time:…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, blamed 6 years, 7 months ago

    It’s freeing, isn’t it, when those two words pass your lips? Shoulders heave, eyes roll, exhale, drag out an endless whinge of an “I’m sorry,” and suddenly it’s not your responsibility anymore. I mean, what else do I want you to say, right? Well Honey, blame and responsibility aren’t the same damn thing. It’s still you’re fucking fault you…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, stilts 6 years, 7 months ago

    They don’t even look human, more like delicate porcelain dolls with their masks and bulging, antiquated gowns. They’re the monsters of nightmares adorned in gold filigree. It’s a circus at the start of each year when Carnival leaves the canals overflowing with these freaks, but they’re the sort that have things worth taking, and I’m a monster too,…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, adorned 6 years, 7 months ago

    Moonlight clings like a garland to her hair as she flits her way across the grassy knoll. “Good little girls don’t go out after dark,” her papa preaches. But Dark is where the fairies fly, just before the first morning’s light, and she so longs to join in their dance. Dewdrops hold fast to her gown and mud to her bare feet as she hurries on,…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, wrath 6 years, 7 months ago

    The anger boils in my veins. It turns my stomach, (you make me sick), and transfigures food to ash on my tongue. And still you smile at me.

    You sit there across the table like nothing’s wrong. You flip your hair. You touch my arm. (Oh, God! I want to rip off those cheep-ass nails as they grate against my skin.) And still you smile at me.…[Read more]

  • Katya commented on the post, flee 6 years, 7 months ago

    I run away from everything. That’s why I sleep and drink and read so damn much. I’m constantly running. I run from myself and my parents and their sadistic expectations. I run from the world and all the horrors of it. More than anything though, I run from myself. And I can’t escape.