• Kate commented on the post, cabin 7 years, 4 months ago

    There is a small cabin on the side of the city, between where the forest and brush started and the river that snakes around the entire metropolis. It is run down, falling down, and everything in between. Don’t dream of running water. I already checked, there isn’t any. Too bad, that. I’m so thirsty that […]

  • Kate commented on the post, deaf 7 years, 5 months ago

    Deaf. It is as though I am deaf. They are speaking and I am not hearing. But I am crying, because he is smiling and laughing and trying to make it seem like this is okay. I want to hear him, hear what he is saying, but I can’t. I am so in love with […]

  • Kate commented on the post, dusk 7 years, 5 months ago

    The sky darkened at dusk, and I stared out across the bay in silence. The cold air bit my bare fingertips that were sticking out of my ratty gloves, but I didn’t care. It seemed that pain was the price of being alone, of having the freedom to think for myself. The colors in the […]

  • Kate commented on the post, sneaky 7 years, 5 months ago

    Sneaky. Joking. Tip toeing past the stairs, down the hall, turn on the light–hide in the closet, quickly, quietly, sneaking. Like a spy. A ninja. Bump in the night, you know. Sssh.

  • Kate commented on the post, sinking 7 years, 9 months ago

    The sinking feeling grew stronger with every passing second. There was nowhere left to hide, no walls to climb, just the cold and hard fate. Fate that would come. Close your eyes, count to ten, and it will be over. But the only fear is fear itself–and when you open your eyes, it will be […]

  • Kate commented on the post, honest 7 years, 11 months ago

    I wish I could be honest with myself, because if that were the case, I’d be more prone to being honest with those around me. I mean, I don’t lie. But I don’t share the whole truth, and that’s what kills me. Even worse…I don’t think I want to share everything. The little secrets cut […]

  • Kate commented on the post, wade 7 years, 11 months ago

    I went to wade on the beach. The water was fresh, cool, and it stretched out towards the gray horizon. It reminded me of everything that I could never had, an anomaly, something so perfect that it seemed impossible for me to even touch it. And despite the footprints that I left in the sand, […]

  • Kate commented on the post, crush 7 years, 11 months ago

    I used to have a crush on you, yes. It was in 1999. Everything was changing. We all feared the end of the world, yet the two of us didn’t care. I guess that’s what attracted me to you. We were careless, reckless, and everything in between. So loving you came with the territory. I […]

  • Kate commented on the post, lust 7 years, 11 months ago

    Lust, this nail-scratching lust. Drag your feet across the table. I’m lusting after my dreams. The high life. Old Hollywood. Gold dresses, red lipstick, scandal. It’s on Wall Street now, that high life. Stand in the Stock Exchange. Thousands of dreams floating in the air, whispering, all back to money and sex. Red lipstick. Drag […]

  • Kate commented on the post, chorus 8 years ago

    A chorus of applause, I stood in the back, I sang my heart out. When it was over, everyone congratulated me on my solo. I hadn’t had one, though. I was just louder than everybody else. I let my lungs take ahold of me, melted into the notes, let my voice electrify the whole stage. […]

  • Kate commented on the post, robot 8 years, 1 month ago

    Robotic arms with robotic legs, they pair together and she looses herself in the magic of the stage. The lights ahead are blinding, she slides into the routine. The stage makeup, thick as ever, keeps her tears from falling– She jumps, she flips in the air, she lands, arms outstretched on her back, rolling over. […]

  • Kate commented on the post, luxurious 8 years, 1 month ago

    The luxury of having someone to love. Someone to hold you. Well, we all have that, whether or not we know it. But how could you do this? You’re playing with fire, you know. And you’re going to get burned. But I can’t stand by you while you do this. I care too much for […]

  • Kate commented on the post, severe 8 years, 1 month ago

    The burns were severe. The doctors knew that he didn’t have much of a chance. It had been a freak accident, after all. Nobody could have predicted that he wouldn’t have made the jump. It was something people did all the time–and though his parents blamed themselves for not watching him close enough, for letting […]

  • Kate commented on the post, approach 8 years, 2 months ago

    He always approached me in a subtle way. But trust me, it wasn’t in my head. I saw the glint in his eyes. I heard our laughter. I felt the red flush on my cheeks. I thought it was real, I thought we had the chance… But still, there’s been no word. Silence rings out […]

  • Kate commented on the post, example 8 years, 2 months ago

    I set examples for people wherever I go. Or, at least, I try to. I want little kids to look up to me, like the good girl you see in the movies. I don’t want them to see the mess that I’ve become. I want them to see an example of someone they should be […]

  • Kate commented on the post, specific 8 years, 2 months ago

    The specific instructions were what I hated. She was always very precise, leaving no room for creativity. Maybe that’s why I didn’t like the class, then. I have always hated form. I need the freedom of my mind, limitless, with no boundaries–an open beach with sand dunes stretching on forever, with no deadlines to meet […]

  • Kate commented on the post, strong 8 years, 3 months ago

    Strong. I have to be strong, that’s all the promises that I’ve made–what they come down to is me being strong. I can’t let anybody see me weak. I’ve done it before, and it changes nothing. People are the same and they don’t deserve to see me in pieces on the floor.

  • Kate commented on the post, tables 8 years, 3 months ago

    The tables have turned again. And I’m trying to get back on top of them, but they just keep spinning. I’m falling and then I’m safe, I’m jumping across the wooden stands to try and catch up with you. Is this a game? Do you know what your eyes do to me? Even when we’re […]

  • Kate commented on the post, barber 8 years, 3 months ago

    The barber shop windows were closed and darkened, little scratches bending across the surface of the glass pane. Behind those windows, the man stood, looking at the note that had been hastily scrawled on the counter amidst all the mess. *Couldn’t stay in business. Sorry, pops.* That’s all it said? And did anyone even care […]

  • Kate commented on the post, needle 8 years, 3 months ago

    Needles. The way they break the surface of my skin and swim in my veins, sucking up all the blood in my arm like a leech–searching for answers, and almost never finding them. I suppose I’ll see a lot of them in the next few days. I mean, did I expect the illness to go […]