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I’m sitting in the truck, my head resting in the space between the headrest and the seat belt. It smells awful, the three air fresheners hanging on the rearview mirror doing nothing to mask the odor of rotting flesh. I sighed. I should’ve probably bought a bag.
I step out of the car and light a match. It’s a shame that I liked the car.
» Posted By ames On 03.26.2019 @ 11:15 am
There’s a constant hum that flows through my arms, something alive, like an itch that won’t go away. My body is ringing with an energy I’ve only ever felt late at night after a gunshot would go off nearby. I was desperate to get out. But where would I go? Anywhere, I thought, right now anywhere is enough.
» Posted By ames On 03.25.2019 @ 11:08 am
It was hard not to fall off, but I somehow steadied myself against the wind. My bike seemed to want to lift itself, my dress tight against my left side, the wind pushing me closer and closer to the edge of the road. I look to my right. The ocean stares back at me angrily, her waves crashing against each other. I hesitate and nearly miss the bike pedal, making me sway dangerously against the wind. I lift my head. I’m so close, too close to back down now. There is such a large mass of cloud above me I can’t see the sun. I have to get there.
» Posted By ames On 03.21.2019 @ 6:23 am
I was riding in silence. No one was driving, but the steering wheel turned slowly at times and steadied itself again. I couldn’t see outside anything outside the window, the glass fogged up so intensely every time I lifted a finger to make a pattern, it would disappear. I looked at the dashboard. It was red, a kind of red I’ve never seen before. I’m not sure I had ever been able to see it. Tints of violet jumped at me from the color, as if my brain was processing the multiple things red was made of separately. I yawned. I do not remember the last time I had slept.
I was riding in silence. But I had no idea where I was going.
I lifted my eyes to the roof of the car. I had no idea if there was one, but I can somehow sense it’s there. Like a comforting sensation. I felt protected, but from what? What was I afraid of?
» Posted By ames On 03.21.2019 @ 6:16 am
The passenger seat was empty. I have no idea where I’m going, but there’s a feeling in my chest I can’t drive off. It’s like there’s a compass guiding me somewhere. If only I knew where I was heading.
» Posted By ames On 03.20.2019 @ 6:49 am
i have everything in me to do this. i would like to transform into an angel. not the kind with wings and a glow and a halo, but the kind that will make heads turn to me. i want to be gorgeous, but in an evil way. i want to have that angelic face, but with the heart of the devil. it’s easier to transform into someone with a cold heart, rather than be hurt because of your warm approach.
» Posted By ames On 11.15.2014 @ 11:43 pm
His fingers were pruned, as they caressed my skin. Small kisses traced my neck, a peck on the shoulder made me turn to him as I smiled. Kisses. Wet, soapy kisses.
» Posted By ames On 02.22.2014 @ 8:09 am
His hair was unkempt; each strand curled in a different direction that the one adjacent to it. I thought about running my hands through it, undoing each knot as I kiss his neck.
» Posted By ames On 02.04.2014 @ 6:34 am
So I packed my trunk and stepped outside. I could smell the country air and I wanted nothing more than to rid that scent from my brain. I wanted to forget. I left a note for Kurt and got on the 8:00 train.
» Posted By Ames On 03.23.2012 @ 5:17 am
I was certain when I saw you, I am uncertain now. I am certain you still think of me, I’m uncertain how. Do you think of me the way you did? Could you ever again? I’m not certain.
» Posted By Ames On 11.11.2010 @ 1:57 pm
I hit my head on the bedpost – twice. He kissed the spot and held me and did the WFR routine. Does it hurt here? Does it hurt here? Here? …Here? I miss
» Posted By Ames On 11.10.2010 @ 6:17 pm
Dolls are extremely creepy especially the porcelain ones. I feel like they are watching me and at any moment they can trap me into them. The way eyes seems to follow you throughout the room and see your every move. As if they know you more than what you know yourself.
» Posted By Ames On 04.27.2010 @ 9:33 pm
Blocks of lifeee and the different levels you have to achieve.
Blocking your way of getting to something you really want and not being able to reach it.
To feeeel like there a block in everything you want to achieve.
» Posted By Ames On 04.26.2010 @ 11:57 am
To feel trap in a place that you’re stuck is not easy.
Walls coming towards you like if you have no way of getting out.
The way of feeling confused and forgeting things that were not easy to forget.
To know that there is a possibility of not getting out.
» Posted By Ames On 04.25.2010 @ 1:23 pm
No need to speak
Complete silence from myself
Can’t find the words
Screaming on the inside
Shake it out of me
» Posted By Ames On 01.26.2010 @ 6:07 pm
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Remember me when I’m not here anymore.
Is it true?
Is is bad?
» Posted By Ames On 01.25.2010 @ 6:08 pm