‘Your skin is making me think I should go home, I don’t know how to act around it and I want to hurt you, I’m so crazy about you and your face makes me wish I could punch it and squeeze you up into a tiny ball with all my might, you’re so beautiful’, he whispers into my ear.
‘It’s o.k.’, I say.
I understand.
I have wanted to bite people fiercely too, a thousand kisses deep out of bursting love in a moment in which it’s hard to contain.
Somewhere where nails become claws and limbs become hooks in skin like rice paper.
It’s a restless night between you and me.
But in the morning there’s a cheery wave from stranded you.
Stranded in my town called indifference where it doesn’t really matter which street you walk down or turn you take, you just end up back in the main square with the dim lights.
I’m afraid I just don’t see you.
And I grow sad.
Because I wish I felt that need to hurt you too.
Jeff Burns, about 1 month ago
Wow powerful writing Jessica. WOW
Hien Nguyen, about 1 month ago
i like biting too… :P
Denzil, about 1 month ago
Very strong piece Jessica, rather disturbing …
thetatecreative, about 1 month ago
excellent…
pinkyjain, about 1 month ago
Awesome writing, much power & strength
Jboo09, about 1 month ago
Very interesting piece!! Crazy and cool!
Alf Caruana, about 1 month ago
as always…very creative
greeneyes, about 1 month ago
every line loaded…a thousand kisses deep out of bursting love in a moment in which its hard to contain – so been there!
Roger Sampson, about 1 month ago
I’m willing to bet you can still purr though….
Rog
Yasemin Sumner, about 1 month ago
aw. this is one of those bittersweet truths.
you can relate to being one or the other completely…
amove, about 1 month ago
Beautiful and sad are the emotions your very powerful words evoked for me
LisaG, about 1 month ago
Another exceptional piece of emotive writing, just wonderful Jess XOX
pauldrobertson, about 1 month ago
brave and honest, sweet soul that you are. perhaps even SUCCULENT.
‘and i will show you something different from either. your shadow striding before you in the morning. your shadow striding behind you in the evening. i will show you fear in a handful of dust.’ t.s. eliot.
xxxxx hm…
Symmetry44, about 1 month ago
Ah, reciprocative love and the desire for it.
Wishes are wants in waiting; Love the bearer of fruit to our most passionate inner-longings.
Firedrake, about 1 month ago
Skin like rice paper…love it.
bellmusker, about 1 month ago
Jess, this is rich, dazzling writing – one of my favourites of all your pieces. The sense of melancholy from her and longing from him is palpable, twisted in an undercurrent of menace and pain. I LOVE it. And I have to say, what a mesmerising first line.
Damn Liebchen, when you get your little red notebook out, you really go to town. x x x x
Kristy Lee, about 1 month ago
OMG..oh my god oh my god…
Jessie, I have missed so much lately. Forgive me for being AWOL and then not catching up…but DAMN, you have to know that i LOVE this!!!!!!!
Jeez…ain’t it always the way…when can we ever be ‘in sync’ with one another. I feel it for her, she feels it for him, he feels it for another her..etc..
BAHHH..damn it all to hell!
This is so beautifully written, it makes my heart ache for what I can’t have.