Angelique Sanchez
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Uncaged
I spent a lifetime attempting to abuse my body into a pleasing package. Often, I was successful in making myself small,in all the ways a woman is told to be- in a whisper or a yell, or a glance- the message was clear. For as long as I can remember, it felt like my body didn’t belong to me. It felt normal to be caged in my body. The rungs on the cage were invisible, but effective. They were secured by shame and expectations that being human made impossible to meet. I could never be a good girl for long. Something stronger than the facade always found a way to come through, like my body was haunted. This spirit cared nothing for what “they” expected of me. She craved more. She planted visions in my head of desires and longing that pushed against the bars- until I broke into pieces.
By Angelique Sanchez5 years ago in Motivation
Meeting the Parents
Lila could see the house looming in the distance from the end of the winding drive. Her girlfriend Mari pulled the car over to assure her, before driving the last stretch. Old houses gave her the heeby-jeebies, but it wasn’t the house she was afraid of. It was meeting the parents. “Lila, daahhlin’. Please trust me. They are goin’ to love you. I prawmise.” Mari said. Words spilled out of her lovely girlfriend’s mouth like warm honey. She was everything sunshine, with waves of golden locks, creamy skin and big pleading hazel eyes. According to Mari the house was scarier than the parents. “My mama wouldn’t let us down one hallway when we were little. Aunty Pearls ghost stories still give me creeps.”
By Angelique Sanchez5 years ago in Horror
