Crawl into my mouth Let me eat you Swallow you down Hot slick blood dripping off my chin Gristle stuck In that stupid gap Between my back two molars
Author: littlegentian
I suck at "about me" summaries. I have an MFA in Creative Writing and I love to write. I used to sling coffee for a living, but now I am an administrative assistant. I am the friend who wanders around the world with little to no filters and blurts out every funny story idea that comes to me, but if I don't write them down immediately I forget. I can make almost anything sexual. I love reading Scorpio stereotypes.
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Repercussions of a Breakup – Part Three
Laura slammed into the kitchen, chest heaving, her ginger hair up in a bun. Jess had her feet up on the table, carefully applying a new coat of paint to her nails. Tess was at the stove humming to herself as she made stirfry and Brendan was absorbed with his computer. None of them flinched…
Unfocused
He seems unfocused, dreamy, his feet point at me, but he gazes at the floor in another direction. His silver watch is too loose on his left wrist. He turns his attention to his phone, brow furrowing, the iPhone small in between his two hands. Black loafers, black pants, black overcoat, and a startlingly white…
Playlist 9 – Impressions, D24
Playlist: Depressed Song 24: Dear Angel of Mine by April Sixth Physical Chest heaving, sweat seeping into her eyes and burning, bloody bruised knuckles, and copper-tinted spit coating her tongue and pooling in her mouth. Barefoot, skin ripped and rubbed out in patches, purple and red and green shins and forearms. Soft to hard spots,…
City of Rumors
I am in that space between fully functioning consciousness and the oblivion of sleep when my lover speaks. “What have you heard about the City of Rumors?” she whispers and I shift in her arms. “Cyrilla…s’late,” I murmur. “Please.” I lean more into her warmth and speak the words before I really even have time…
Important Questions
She was going to miss the toilet the most, she decided. Kneeling on the rug in socks, panties, and her jewelry she gripped the seat and finished ejecting what was left of the beer in her stomach. The porcelain was cool against her breasts and her folded arms were a comfortable pillow for her swimming…
I was Afraid to Tell You
I was Afraid to Tell You I didn’t want to dominate you. I couldn’t inhabit that world if you wanted it. I wouldn’t be able to follow. That the condom in your back pocket hurt me the most and the thought of your hands on her made me sick. I needed more. I…
No Assumptions
She can’t decide if it’s he’s pretty or she’s handsome or ze’s gorgeous, the person sitting across from her refuses easy labels and she likes that. PGPs can only be obtained by asking, but this person is with someone and she doesn’t want to be rude. She wants to mention that the person’s skin is…
Love Letter #2
Dear my love, Haven’t you wanted to be with me? I know that I have longed for you and wished you here more times than I can count. This need has become an almost constant hum in the back of my mind. It is something that if I acknowledge or think about too long I…
Love Letter #1
Dear Angel of Mine, How do I start to express how I feel? Our love has made me blind. It feels impossible that we only just met, that mere weeks ago I was questioning your legitimacy. You took my suspicions and accusations in stride with a smile and promise. I gave you one chance and…
Kudos to a Friend
A good friend of mine was just featured on a well known website. She writes about organic skincare and has inspired me to be more organic and conscious of what I put in my body and on my skin. Thank you Marcella and keep up the excellent work! Talking with Green Beauty Blogger, Naturally…
Last Lines
A poem composed with the last lines of random books from Bluestockings. Holding still, thinking nothing at all, is my biggest accomplishment Greek myths and quadratic equations will come later Now we will sing F. Premise awoke one morning from troubled dreams to find that her innocence had gone missing. Make more…
Little Gentian 