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  • Meh

    Meh

    When his knock finally sounded at my door, I peered through the peephole and left him standing there for the space of several heartbeats, because one must not appear too eager…

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  • Drowning

    Drowning

    No one looking at me would think there is a woman drowning inside there. But I am. I am always drowning.

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  • The Archangel’s Bed

    The Archangel’s Bed

    A caress lingers beyond innocence. Hips shift. Another body answers. The question is asked without language and answered in the same fashion – invitation, acceptance, offering, return.

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  • Tended

    Tended

    Water still jeweled his shoulders and travelled in rivulets down his back because the impossible man had scarcely bothered to pat himself dry, yet there he knelt attending to me.

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  • Blindfolded

    Blindfolded

    A silk handkerchief is wrapped around my eyes and tied neatly at the back of my head.  Some absurdly observant part of me is duly impressed by the Demigod’s craftsmanship.

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  • Evidence of Life

    Evidence of Life

    There are three bright droplets of blood upon his pillowcase.

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  • Chamomile Tea

    Chamomile Tea

    Steam wafts upward and caresses my face as I turn another page of the evening, my thumb circling the porcelain handle of my cup. There had been recklessness in the air that night…

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  • The Trouble with Feeling Everything

    The Trouble with Feeling Everything

    For such a petite woman, I possess an absurd capacity for feeling. Not one emotion at a time, either – that would be far too simple and respectable.

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  • Living Fantasy

    Living Fantasy

    Have you ever disappeared so completely into one of your favorite epic fantasy novels that you cease to be the reader? Somewhere between the turning of the pages, the heroine quietly dissolves… the villain who has spent hundreds of lines denying the living spark between you and pretending your existence is of no consequence finally…

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  • Death of Desire

    Death of Desire

    I have faithfully recorded every adventure of the past four years. Most have been beyond compare; others have been interrupted by the untidier realities of life. The subject of this account, however, believes they have been portrayed both unfairly and unflatteringly. Accordingly, and solely for the preservation of their reputation, the account that follows has…

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