of dolls with scars
of dolls with scars belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical and The Sensual WordI’m waiting for my tram.
My red painted lips help disguise my bed hair as a deliberate kitten do and give me something to hide behind, a person more confident and ready to fight than is true.
The raspberry muffin I’m eating lets me forget for a short while how tired I am and how terrified.
It’s just another day that started with a hangover headache and a man’s body beside me. I climbed on top of him before he quite woke up. His hands gripped my hips and I let him wrestle me onto my back. We lazily ground against each other for a while and the gentleness rocked me steadily into the morning sun streaming through the windows. Sex always makes it better, lets you feel close, if but for a moment. I felt warm towards him while I watched him in the shower, swaying back and forth under the hot water and I resisted the urge to jump in with him. Though I was keen to have him leave fairly early, I felt instantly lonely the second the door closed behind him. I could have confided in him, asked for help, but nowadays it’s hard to trust anyone.
The tram door closes behind me, like a hiss and sends a chill down my neck. I take a seat next to an elderly woman clutching her groceries. Nerves gather in the pit of my stomach and argue back and forth with my thoughts which gather speed as the tram accelerates. I bite down hard on my lip and by the time I reach my stop and tread down from the steps with shaky knees, the red has vanished from my lips and there is nothing left to protect me from what is standing right before me.
excitablegirl
JFC!!! Fucking magnificent writing. It shoots straight into my heart like a flaming arrow.
careless rapture replied
thank you dear, you are too lovely
Outdoors2
This is raw!
Amazing portrait of vulnerability
well done
greeneyedlady
wow, someone finally puts words to the nauseating, always underlying fear that followed me for the first 30 years of my life…..not just vulnerability, but the idea of being found out.........amazing writing!!
rebelgirl
yes that was good, so many women can relate to it.
ltruskett
Powerful writing…...so very well done.
PJ Ryan
this is absolutely stunning writing .. sensual, vulnerable, raw ..
liciouspoet
love your words, they are so true. for many. don’t you wish that sometimes, that guy would walk half ways away, and then turn around and open that door as if you are too much to leave. alone.
don’t you wish, he’d push you against the wall, make you feel wanted, and…...........
sorry carried away…lipstick that stands out, or any makeup, says me. from them….judgements, eyes, and lies….,
always,
licious,
xoxo
anyways, thanks for this piece beautiful, keep writing!
careless rapture replied
thanks licious,
too true, too true darling
x
aglaia b
i felt like i was reading a wonderful extract from something longer and this leaves me begging for more.
a lovely read. ;-)
careless rapture replied
thanks aglaia, it may become something longer
Paul Vanzella
I’m in awe how people can write like this… so sensational!!!
cherryvanilla
This bit into me.
This took a big fucking chunk. Beautiful.
Timothy Goodwin
Brilliant use of overtones and undertones!! Excellent work!!
Luckyvegetable
I’m getting breathless and the goosebumps won’t quit.
You amaze me.
Caroline Gorka
Christ…that has actually brought tears to my eyes
ToastedGhost
LIke an extract from a novel
wonderful
natapee
wanted to keep reading, please continue!!
bellmusker
The last line is brutal and made me recoil from the computer…..this whole piece is beautifully crafted…like the comment above says, I’d like to hear more. x
Xen Pow
How honestly written. I’m inspired
mstrace
great title, powerful writing, and it leaves me wanting more…
LauraHartley
It ended too soon. I want more…..........I’ll give her my lipstick if she’ll keep on talking.