morning rays seeped through the cracks in the blinds long before I was ready to face the world outside your stale apartment. “and so it goes” you mumbled, blinking away the brightness and squinting at the sunshine betrayal. I rolled out of my little spoon, facing you so just our foreheads and knees were touching, and your gorilla fingers brushed hair from my eyes.
“do you even know where that comes from?”
sometimes the surprise of daylight reveals a touch of madness in me, an insanity that typically hides behind lust and sex and you. most nights, after the bars have closed-- after you’ve served your last drink, and I’ve downed mine-- it’s as if the greatest lovers literature has ever seen reunite in your filthy living room.
the energy of the nighttime scene, the eagerness to release our angry rants on the world, and our pent up hunger for the human race-- for flesh and bone and sweat-- it all comes spilling forward and the explosion is more than our bodies can handle. I am a raw pile of relief. you, my sweating savior.
“nah, but you say it all the time.”
we abuse ourselves, sometimes-- leaving the neighbors unsure if we’re fucking or fighting as we explore the levels of human touch, push the boundaries of the body, soak up the sin of cannibalistic tendencies. I remember when you told me you wanted to eat me alive, wanted to devour every piece of skin and all my insides until I was totally consumed in you. it wasn’t a joke, we both knew that. toeing the line between rage and reverence, someone will eventually break.
don’t worry, I’m young and pliable. but you are wearing thin and losing sleep while we wait up for the mockingbirds to signal quittin’ time-- reminding us to close our eyes and let an almost death enfold, while they sing other birds’ songs to greet the sun.
you remind me of the mockingbirds, and not in a way that reminds me of harper lee or bukowski.
“his name’s kurt,” I mumbled, “and it’s called slaughterhouse-five.”
and then you laughed-- I mean, really really laughed-- like I had just said the funniest fucking thing you’d ever heard. and when you rolled on top of me, announcing your name and intentions to slaughter me, I shoved you off to the side of the bed-- claiming disinterest and wondering why I wasted my time.
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A contest entry
- These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too. by whiterabbit..
485 points, ended June 12, 24 entries
Honorable mention
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"we abuse ourselves, sometimes-- leaving the neighbors unsure if we’re fucking or fighting as we explore the levels of human touch, push the boundaries of the body, soak up the sin of cannibalistic tendencies. I remember when you told me you wanted to eat me alive, wanted to devour every piece of skin and all my insides until I was totally consumed in you. it wasn’t a joke, we both knew that. toeing the line between rage and reverence, someone will eventually break."
Ohh juicy!!!! I loved this whole thing and that line just really caught me! And the ending was so powerful and wrenching, i felt like i was being hit! I also love the reference to To Killl a Mockingbird! I luaghed! So funneh! Great write, i enjoyed reading it so much!
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wow that left me numb
we have been walking on paper mache stilts of political correctness
this style of write saws those in two
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I love this and I love the tone and the emotions in your words. It's amazing.
"we abuse ourselves, sometimes-- leaving the neighbors unsure if we’re fucking or fighting as we explore the levels of human touch, push the boundaries of the body, soak up the sin of cannibalistic tendencies. I remember when you told me you wanted to eat me alive, wanted to devour every piece of skin and all my insides until I was totally consumed in you. it wasn’t a joke, we both knew that. toeing the line between rage and reverence, someone will eventually break."
^^^^^^^^^^I'm so in love with that whole stanza. This is incredible. Thanks so much for entering dear.
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the title, the subject, the word choice, the quotations, everything is so amazing.
I adore it. it's softer than "prozac" and it certainly shows the morning scene, the partial wake-up to reality and a bigger world than the bed that was slept in.
"sometimes the surprise of daylight reveals a touch of madness in me, an insanity that typically hides behind lust and sex and you. "
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powerful writing - well done, very engaging.
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I just got goose bumps... that doesn't happen often for me. You are a writer... a wordsmith... I look forward to reading a lot more of your work. Bravo!
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