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back then a child looking down into an upturned mirror feet simply trusting and willing to avoid crushing exposed light bulbs to step con..

this voice— my voice— had hardened around some terrible, secret thing some hidden thing but that thing is dust now and gone..

A conversation between a father and daughter after twenty years of silence

Short, dark piece

the waitress at the table next to me drops a stack of plates and it shatters everything patrons clap and whistle, offer the required jabs as she ..

this desire to possess you is a barely-caged thing pacing just beneath my skin growling and snarling wanting you wanting to devour you the..

She, the Artist Domme, Chips away at your resolve In silence, She carves And you, in silence, tremble Betrayed by your own longing

It can take so little time to lose oneself in an abusive relationship.