Vulgarity is expected
And so is bullshit
Now wait a moment
I must go and repent
My sins are not what is meant
About the Creator
HER EVERY SIN
He didn’t even realize, as he tucked that wave behind her ear, that he was heaven-sent. Everything she had ever asked for was staring back at her in human form. He was every birthday wish, made of pink candles, feeling the hope in her breath as it brushed past their lips. He was a random thought she’d had on a Sunday, half asleep, wondering if she’d have to make coffee when he finally arrived, not just tea. He was the empty space on the right side of the bed, the side closest to the door. He carried that quiet, fatherly kind of protection, with a hand raised only ever as an offering to help her watch her step. He was built from all the love she had ever given to the wrong places. It flowed through him, pumped through his veins, generously poured out so she would never again feel as though she wasn’t enough. He was quietly kind and never wanted to stand in her spotlight. Every tear that had fallen from her face was sewn into his skin. He knew her heart, her hurt, her every sin. Made in the image of an angel, he must have been. He didn’t even realize it: he was everything she had ever yearned for, and more.
By Yolanda Cristobal 6 days ago in Poets
Cassie and Johnny
I’m the kind of dame you notice. I’m no femme fatale, but you can’t ignore me, at least not until I warn you about what’s coming, then everybody ignores me. Hell, they usually blame me afterwards and give Johnny all the credit for saving the day, but my Johnny couldn’t save a seat at the movies without my help. Sure, he’s brawny, but brainy? Not so much. Like that time I asked him to spot me five bucks, and he said he didn’t see it anywhere on me, and believe you me, he looked but good.
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Critique
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