they say that you’re more spiritually open when you’re in a state between sleep and wakefulness. they say that if you are careless enough, if you’re in a place that allows.. other things, then you just _might_ be visited by someone you didn’t invite.
is what they say true? are these tales, passed orally from person to person, generation to generation, something to be really wary of?
you have to...
(this is a companion to my other story “peeling potatoes.” you can still understand this story if you haven’t read the other one.)
this was an absolute disaster. the house was a mess, the dinner was half ready, and the rain was pounding down on the roof of my little cottage relentlessly.
oh, and another thing i forgot to add: my neighbor could be here any minute.
i didn’t _want_ to, i ...
my wings help me soar
my wings keep me up
but my wings can be a burden
my wings are gorgeous
my wings are dazzling
but my wings can be unappealing
the wing called george
george is bouncy and powerful
george is colorful, never dull
george is heavy and finnicky
george is unstable and easy to sprain
the wing called chris
chris is strong and reliable
chris is fun and easy, flowy
chris is ha...
a wound
opening
gaping
bleeding
help!!
it’s
b l e e d i n g
and i cry. and i weep. and my tears form pools by my knees, and if you tried, you could slip.
and i don’t notice
your presence
also bleeding
you poor thing!
your heart is so wounded!
and so i sew it up
stitches that heal
and next time i sob,
you hold me
and
the scars on our hearts
are there
they are deep
b...
“she is made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions.”
my heels click, click, clack on the floor as i show my possible buyer the new model.
“her fingers, 5 on each hand, are greed, sloth, pride, envy, and gluttony, while her wrists are lust and wrath. her chest and hips are manipulative, and her waist is ill-tempered. her feet are stubborn, her calves inconsiderate, her thig...
i was peeling potatoes when it happened.
the water was bubbling into an angry boil, but i wasn’t ready to cook the potatoes yet. one of them had a stubborn crevice that sort of resembled a butt crack, and i couldn’t peel the thick, yucky skin out completely.
long story short, my knife slipped and i accidentally peeled the skin off of something else.
“shit!”
my kitchen sink is righ...
the wind whistling,
the sand shifting,
the sun beating down on the golden grains, we’d be surprised if it didn’t melt into glass right then and there.
there grows a shrub,
some kind of plant,
we can’t really tell what kind of plant it is, because we’re not florists or herbalists or gardeners, and also, what does it matter, because it’s the desert and it’s lucky that it’s still alive.
al...
i couldn’t do this. no. no. no . n . o .
his eyes, those green, green eyes, stared straight into mine, his expression mirroring mine.
i know his question before he asks it.
w h y
“because. i had no choice!”
his silence is deafening.
i turn away, slamming the door.
“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!”
i screamed. i lashed around.
w
h
y
“YOU KNOW WHY!”
i turned around and punched hi...
i know you have regrets.
small ones: like saying the wrong thing, tripping, wearing the wrong shoes.
big ones: waiting; ignoring; wasting; hating.
regrets are like poison.
if i told you, that you could go back and change them, what joy you would feel. how ecstatic!
there is a condition.
there is always a condition.
you cannot cling to the regret, to that moment. you cannot think ab...
