

ReelHer own eyes watched her pack. Her brown eyes in the head of a nine-month-old human being that ate, pooped, and cried. For real. It wasnt a mechanized doll made of plastic and metal and powered by batteries. It was skin and bones. Her skin and bones.Reel
And her eyes. Big eyes, so brown they were almost black. They looked so innocent in the face of a little boy, her little boy. With blonde curls and a smile that showed four front teeth. He was her little boy.
She paused in the middle of picking a shirt up off the floo


Tea Talk“He’s such a selfish lover. It almost makes me hate sex.”Tea Talk
Lisa has no complaints about her sex life. She leans against the kitchen counter–the table is full and since it’s her house she has to be polite and stand–and sips her tea, wishing it were something stronger. Vodka, Tequila, hell she’d take a beer.
It wasn’t a good sign when you needed alcohol to tolerate your friends.
Pam, the one currently complaining about the sex she has with her boyfriend–something Lisa would prefer not to think about–slurps loudly at her tea, smacking her lips unnecessarily.
Pam


BurnThe sheets were barbed wire.Burn
The flame on her skin was silk.
She removed her thumb from the switch of the lighter, studied the red mark on the inside of her wrist.
Something gorgeous on an ugly platter of scars and bruises. The sight of her own blood intrigued her. She watched the blood drip onto the plain white sheet that was draped across her naked body. The red on white glared up at her like the sun off a yard of frozen snow. It was almost blinding. It made her vision go blurry.
The pain shouldn’t have felt like pleasure. T
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