The young acne faced guy on the back of the bus kept looking at me and raising his eyebrows. I groan and look out the window at Speedway Blvd., wishing I could escape this bus and the perverts on it. I had on very tight button up cutoffs and a …
” Who in the hell brings a notebook to the beach anyway ?” my brother -in – law said, inspecting a ragged homeade tattoo on his arm as he rubbed BananaBoat on his skin. I clasp my story and roll my eyes at their small town stupidity and in my …
I was 15 when I met HIM. He was older, tattooed and had been to jail before. His family was a notorious bunch of roughnecks from West Virginia and I found him sexy, a big man child really and his innocent love of things was endearing to me.Under the shameful …
I was always a very hungry girl. Nothing was enough, no one could love me enough. There was this huge void inside of me , devouring everything it could and crying out for more. It was no doubt at age 14 I began getting into trouble, left home ,skipped school …
“I Want To Be” The need and want of yousteals away my breath .Like dragons fire burning through my chest ,coursing through my veins .Tie myself to St. Andrews crosswhile crying out your name.All bound with black tape to learnlife’s a game of make believe and lustif nothing else you’re …
