Rawhide 


I can feel her presence close to me, hear her breath in the noisy room. I took in the surrounding sound and there she was.  She stood, her body limp and eyes steadfast.  She and her lover lock lips, ingesting my cursed name.  Until that moment, I was dreaming and I woke. Then enter, the adventurous cuckold recruited by the broken wife. A couple of white privilege selfishly corral their damsel in distress. The fairy tale to be continued…

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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