CRÉATIONS LITTÉRAIRES
On the Business of Choosing Dears
It started when she claimed me as her “Dear” from among the entire first-year class. I was excited. Her reputation preceded her. I knew who she was because all the lower formers had been talking about Sister Avery. She was tall, standing at 6’2”, a head and a half taller than most of her classmates, and weighed in at about 250 lbs when most of her classmates were 110-160.
Incomplete
I found out that writing is easier than speaking. Once more, I feel useless, desperate. And yet, I despise myself for feeling this way. So much unhappiness in this world, and I deeply know this suffering is not only mine. Once more, morbid thoughts wash over me, overwhelmingly. I try to bury them deep, I try to forget them but I can’t. Unkind words forcefully push their way inside and there’s nothing I can do. Such tiny whirlwind strips my body apart as if it was nothing.
If I Needed You
It starts with a kiss. Two lips meeting at the perfect time, tongues interlocking, releasing titillating sensations, and deep below, much below, love swims in a dark ocean – a leviathan. A whole universe locked in a beating heart.
When he bites, his teeth are crispy and cold, making my skin retreat and curl as if it has a life of its own. Somewhere along the way, as he kisses the protruding shoulder bone on my back, I think: my house is untidy.
I say: perhaps we should switch off the lights.