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upstairs

from upstairs, she heard the sound of scuffling feet. she chuckled. her children were up, but she always had the upper hand; breakfast was ready before their little heads could leave their pillows.

as they sauntered down, she popped them each in a chair and each with a plate. “eat up!”

» Posted By Sorelliena On 02.21.2016 @ 11:14 am

fans

the fans hung upside-down from the ceiling. each of them bore beautiful ornate patterns painted onto their stretched surfaces. they made an undulating pattern under the wooden rafters, stretching on for what felt like miles. the girl marvelled upwards in awe.

“what are they made from?” she asked the man. she hadn’t noticed that he had slipped behind her.

“they are made from the skin of pretty young ladies like you,” he replied with a smile that she didn’t see.

the knife came down. new fans were made.

» Posted By Sorelliena On 10.13.2015 @ 2:51 pm

the fans hung upside-down from the ceiling. each of them bore beautiful ornate patterns painted onto their stretched surfaces. they made an undulating pattern under the wooden rafters. the girl marvelled upwards in awe.

“what are they made from?” she asked the man, not realizing he had slipped behind her.

“they are made from the skin of pretty young ladies like you,” he replied, and the knife came down.

» Posted By Sorelliena On 10.13.2015 @ 2:48 pm

gardener

the gardener wore a pearl earring.

she thought that odd. who, as a gardener, could make enough to afford a pearl?

the man noticed her staring and grinned. his teeth were black like soil. blood as deep as the roses in the bushes boiled between his gums.

she ran.

» Posted By Sorelliena On 04.09.2015 @ 3:31 pm

stale

the bread on my tongue was stale. i distantly remembered that i had brought it home only a day ago, but as the yelling around me continued, i found that the taste slowly slipped away from my mouth.

mom was screaming something at my grandma, and–typical of grandma–she whined something back. “i’m moving out soon,” i muttered against my glass of milk.

“what?”

“nothing.”

» Posted By Sorelliena On 12.18.2014 @ 3:09 pm

crib

the crib she wove from starlight held the child aloft. his sleeping face was as bright as the glow of the moon, his cooing sighs as sweet as the sounds of the universe moving in harmony.

“good night, dear one. i will see you in your dreams,” she told him softly, and then disappeared into the velvet black of space. in the obsidian dark, the child stirred, but would not know the feeling of loneliness that his departing mother left behind until he woke.

» Posted By Sorelliena On 09.28.2013 @ 8:21 pm

measure

this was a measure with which she was accustomed.

his eyes seemed to lick her up and down, calculating each curve and each valley and each and every disgusted fleck in her honey-bitter eyes.

“done?” she hissed, and he seemed taken aback when he realized she was a living being, instead of a picture for him to peruse.

he opened his mouth and closed it, and then buckled sharply when the girl closed the gap between them in three short steps. she grabbed his crotch through his pants and squeezed until he felt a faint sting. then, she let go before he could even shout.

“you’re just as much of an object as the rest of us,” she said hotly in his ear. “i can measure you just as much as you can measure me.”

» Posted By Sorelliena On 09.19.2013 @ 9:27 pm

timid

“don’t go.”

he didn’t turn around, though. as if he didn’t hear the child’s quivering voice, his square shoulders stayed like a towering dark shadow blocking the light. then, he moved away.

“please.”

with every timid syllable the child’s words dropped like stones, even in the silent halls after the man was long gone.

» Posted By Sorelliena On 09.10.2013 @ 1:14 pm

prisoner

i am the prisoner to the molasses of your eyes
trapped under each liquid league
i swim deeper between siphoning glances
and lie in the cradle of your gaze

» Posted By Sorelliena On 09.09.2013 @ 8:16 pm

fasting

Every second spends away is her attempt at fasting from love.

Like knives the hunger digs into her parched, starving heart. Like words from a song she remembers the way love used to caress her ears, her lips, the retina of her eyes, and yet she waits and waits and waits. Soon, she promises. Soon.

» Posted By Sorelliena On 08.06.2013 @ 7:04 am

vapor

it never occured to them that this could happen.

from the vapor, the knives rained down like the heralding of the apocalypse, and screams filled the air. physiolomancy, the men shouted, fruitlessly trying to shoot the mist from the air. the enemy had an archmage, they cried, but the cries were cut short by a gurgling sounds of humans choking on their own blood.

» Posted By Sorelliena On 07.29.2013 @ 9:24 pm

plaster

I will send you shivers through your hips

a terse touch and soft word plastered on your lips

I will send you letters written in your sighs

a gentle loving gesture in the valley of your thighs

» Posted By Sorelliena On 07.26.2013 @ 3:21 pm

meow

cease your insistent caw and claw, your meow and howl, you insufferable cat. i have had enough of your haughty scorn and tactless, feline ways.

» Posted By Sorelliena On 07.22.2013 @ 7:03 pm

polite

the way he stared was blank and empty.

she trembled, her hands on the cup white and bloodless.

“i believe it is time for me to go,” he said, and how polite his tone was shoved daggers into her breast. she watched him stand and turn without looking around, leaving the store and her broken heart behind.

she sipped the drink and tasted nothing, and cried empty tears.

» Posted By Sorelliena On 07.20.2013 @ 8:54 am

stealth

the stealth of your emotion
sinks deep into my bones

a heart like the ocean
a cavern i call home

between my ribs you pierce
and part of my world you become

and each time you express your love to me
i come slowly undone

» Posted By Sorelliena On 07.19.2013 @ 7:52 am

wrought

she was wrought with emotion, you know. it was like seeing a clear night sky full of stars for the first time but better, tasting fruit for the first time bursting on her tongue but better, hearing the sweet thrum of a cello’s laugh for the first time but better, touching satin for the first time but better, smelling roses for the first time–but better. feeling emotion for the first time was the best of all.

» Posted By Sorelliena On 07.17.2013 @ 6:24 pm

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