Have a listen as you read along. I’ve never been a yearner. I’ve never been the girl who collapses at her lover’s feet in the final moments, clawing at the idea of eternity together. I’ve never loved so fiercely that I thought I might live or die for someone else’s heartbeat—at least, not romantically, not…
Am I a servant? No, I can’t be. Maybe a slave, then? Or am I even less? Just an object? Is that how you see me? As something you can break, discard, and replace? Because that’s what you taught me to be, isn’t it? You taught me what it meant to be a woman from…
I ran into the house, my heart pounding in my chest. The first thing I saw was her blood pooling from behind the couch. My breath caught in my throat as I stepped forward. Then my eyes landed on my girl, her delicate body lying still on the floor. I fell to my knees beside…
As the clock struck midnight, and everything around me fell silent, I found myself finally getting home after a long, grueling day at work. The cool night air wrapped around me as I stepped out of my car, my weary footsteps echoing softly on the pavement. The dim glow of the street lamps flickered above…
Do you remember that night? The way I got all dressed up just for you, soft skin, bare legs, something lacy hugging my body like a present I couldn’t wait for you to unwrap. I stood in front of you, letting you look at me like you always do, like you’re already undressing me with…
I replay that moment in my mind over and over again. It was reckless, a selfish indulgence, but in that moment, nothing else mattered but you. Your presence consumed all reason, all caution. And so, I confessed my love, I held you tightly, kissing you as if there was no one in this world but…
