Out of bounds


She was in the booth behind us. I felt her eyes sizing me up. I turned occasionally throughout the show to catch her intrusion. At intermission, my friend and I excused ourselves for a smoke. She smiled devilishly as our eyes met; the sparks jumped; a connection was forged. We would adjourn to another bar and discover our pasts. The parting with respect due to the wife.

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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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