She wraps her little hands around my throat and I push myself into them, feeling nothing. They’re so delicate, paper thin instruments unused to violence. I want you to hurt me, I say, and she squeezes, firm but uncertain. You can hit me if you like. Her cheshire smile wavers, a heat haze mirage, and she shakes her head. No, there’s no pleasure in her eyes, only the hope of mine. Candles go out one by one until the dark lays upon us with an unwanted suitors charm, and I tell her, I can be hurt in other ways.
Ahh chills down the side of my face with this one. Powerful!
Thanks so much Jennifer
I thought maybe it was a little dark.
I think I like your dark stuff most of all, it makes me feel less dark myself..
Also you make something that would sometimes be just too dark for comfort into something human, relatable, understandable. It’s really cool. You do it time and again it seems!
Sometimes all I really want to do is try and explain how fucked up it feels to be alive, at least to me. It’s so isolating inside your [my] head that it’s easy to miss what it might be like being someone else. I’m always glad when you or anybody else takes something from my work.
I agree- your work definitely always catches me in a way that makes me relate to things that I never would have even expected to relate to…good job on that..you do more in 100 words than I’ve seen in many entire stories and books.
I’m sure you’re being too kind, but thank you so much. That really means a lot to me.
I’m being deadly serious though. Your writing has made me feel feelings that I had not yet felt, if that makes sense. Breaking new ground in this old brain. Love it
Wow, that’s a pretty amazing thing to say
I really have no conception of what people feel or experience when they read my words. I’m such a rabid self-depreciator that praise always takes me off guard.
Maybe that’s why you write so well!
Or more what I mean is, maybe that outlook/tendency helps you write things that (at least I) find really relatable on some level, even if not directly