Last night I woke briefly in the very early morning. I stirred and looked towards the disturbance, opting to let it be, I settled back and felt your arms slip around me. I heard your voice, golden gravel with sleep, close to my ear and your breath on my neck. I felt you press tightly… Continue reading Golden Gravel
Author: Kristen Nelson
Oldest of 2, product of an amicable divorce spawning odd abandomnet complexes, inferiority complexes and self harming OCD's, likely ADD. I'm amazed I get anything done at all. Frankly, I'm amazed I'm here at all.
The Beach
Last night I fell asleep in the milky white sand on a beach in the Dominican Republic. I laid with my eyes shut tightly against the flames in heaven and the surf licked at my toes.
Typhoid Mary
Heaving her guts always made Lily smile.
Calling All Rivetgrrls
Hello, no, no, this isn’t about cannabals or demonis lovers. No. This is a blurb about a project of mine that I need your help with. I’m working to put to gether a book that is inspired by one I saw of skinhead girls a couple years back.
Incubus
The very first night that he visited me, I lay huddled in a foreign bed, curled up against the world and willing my heart to stop. My love had abandoned me, turned me out of the home that we had made warm together into the cold void of the streets.
Forgive Me Father
{note from author: I’m not sure which catagory this would fit in.} “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” His words hung in the air like incense in an airless chamber, the glow of candlelight barely denting the darkness of the confessional. There was an extended pause, then figureing the priest waited for him to… Continue reading Forgive Me Father
Her Last Words Were “I Love You”
Jarlath awoke without a sound or a twitch to open his strange violet eyes to a room made even stranger by a false dawn. The dingy grey light distorted the furniture draped with black clothes, the piles of CD’s and the drifts of paper into a horrorscape straight out of a Burton film.