SHADES
Creative writing in the form of narrative, poems, and other inspired works.
YOU DON'T KNOW
24 April 2018
**Warning: Mentions of sexual abuse and self-harm. Viewer discretion is advised.**
As a kid, I practiced and practiced being quiet so that I could sneak up on Dad. I perfected this skill creeping down the creaking stairs, sliding around the desk and chair to his computer office. It took time, but eventually, I could sneak up without him hearing me. It was one of my biggest accomplishments as a kid.
VENERATE
11 September 2017
I want to trace the lines of
your body;
Let them glance, graze, press into the dips
and bends
(Flesh soft and taught)
I want to lend my lips to
your neck;
Lick your collar bone, ribs,
your pelvic
(Skin thick, skin thin)
Let my head drift
down
OPEN FLAME
A SUCCUBUS TALE
18 January 2016
I ignite the passions
dormant in your chest
like the pour of lava
from a once dormant mountain.
My dark eyes smoke
like a dragon’s exhale.
You breathe, “Amorminé,”
and I speak with a writhing tongue.
I am coal.
I am fire.
"PROFESSOR-NAL" INSULT
2013
“Protrusely?”
“No. You mean profusely.”
“Protruse…”
“Profusely; ‘something made or done in excess,’” voice rising.
“No, no, I do not believe this is accurate.” Exasperated. “Protrusely, as in ‘from that corner, there seems to be something angled protrusely!’”
Brow furrows and then, “Protrude… Protruding, that is what you mean, of course, I see it now.”
“Do you? Do you know to what I refer?”
ROOTS, TREES, AND SAPLINGS
23 August 2015
Take a look around this house: trees
and wood stacks and tumbleweed leaves
just some feet from the gentle street,
with furry little creatures on little cat feet.
And now he comes
cradling with the corner of his heart,
his precious, most blinding art;