Creative Writing Blog: first kiss after senior year sickness

i already know my tongue taste like acid the pink palette is burned by truths that were supposed to stay inside permeate in the soft belly and as we lay side by side in his twin size bed i think about two fingers inside of me pushing hard then spitting up before our first kiss may be our last he knows ill let him touch me anywhere he wants but something about the acid has ruined our trust and i’m lusting for a clean mouth and he’s hiding his disgust

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Creative Writing Blog: wapimisow

father fell asleep drunk. foot on the fire pit. the burning rubber soles of his boots sent smoke signals and heavy clouds floating out over his land. kept the indians out and the mosquitoes off the skin. the green glowing face of a pheasant cock. i grew up worshipping those bastard birds the way he did. the same way we always will in that moment of flash and colour before the buckshot connects and sends our love spiralling limp into the ever-after. that day on the porch. talking for two hours, four beers wortha bullshit between the two of us. complain about the grey and the stucco. the constant rumble of rabbit feet on the road. how his eyes followed […]

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Creative Writing Blog: Hunting the Beast Within

Man is not pure in mind or soul, they simply pray to fear The wolfsbane blooms inside all hearts, just waiting to appear The barking laugh, The savage howl grows deep within our throats You can try to hide behind a veil of white purity and put lipstick on a pig Divorced from Terra, culled from nature, civilized to the extreme You can call me a beast, a monster, a wild terror, and denounce me as an Other’s spawn Not a lowly creature bathed in blood, but a superior entity But with a cold sweat, you realize that you are all alone And suddenly in that trap you are caught For like a feral animal stuck in flight or fight, […]

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Creative Writing Blog: cold hands

she adjusts her feet to the bump and scrape pace of winter sidewalks. contemplates longevity arrivals and departures and the distance between two points (cardinal or otherwise). the cold is welcomed while it is still young. new. exciting. so she accepts its long, lingering embrace that brings a lack of blood to her extremities makes her heart pump harder. surrounded and alone she dances with the cold sways eternal to keep the snow off her face. she’s always said she hates being cold but loves the feel of something holding her this close and so her nights carry on as she tries to stay warm in the hands of her ice and blue lover. Dalton Derkson is the former World […]

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