The Reneeissance

I’m Sorry

I started to write a letter to you the other day. I thought I was ready. So I powered up my computer and flexed my fingers ready to start typing. I knew what I wanted[…]

I Love You, I Should Gouge Your Eyes Out

The last thing I want is to be away from you. The last thing I need is for you to walk out that door and close it behind you. I’d rather you sit with me[…]

You Don’t Want Me

Ringing phone. Interrupted sleep. I pick the damn thing from the nightstand to answer it but place it back as soon as I see who’s calling. Maybe I roll my eyes a little. I don’t[…]

From Girlfriend To Mistress – Part 3

A man stands at the center of a dance floor. Music fills every crevice of the room. He holds his newlywed bride between his arms. It’s their first dance as husband and wife. But this[…]

From Girlfriend To Mistress – Part 2

A man stands at the altar with a priest on one side and a best man on the other side. His bride will walk down the aisle to him in a few minutes if what[…]

From Girlfriend To Mistress – Part 1

A man and a woman sit in a restaurant having drinks. The man is happier than he’s been in days. Why would he not be? He is getting married tomorrow. It will be a grand[…]

The Whore on the third floor, 6lack free

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 4

I’m lying on my back with my legs spread out. Like a woman waiting to be fucked. Will it hurt? Will there be blood? I wear my skin comfortably, but my bedroom floor feels cold[…]

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 3

Philip. I can smell him. The brightness of the morning has filled up my bedroom too eagerly. Philip is in my bed. And on my skin. And between my thighs. And tangled in my sheets.[…]

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 2

Why? Why, what? Why, the name? The whore name. Is that really what you’d rather be doing? Talking about names? I’m lying on top of my bed. He is sitting on top of my study[…]

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 1

I’ve heard the whispers. The whore on the third floor. That’s what my neighbors call me. Forgive my neighbors for their lack of creativity. I mean. Really. And don’t worry that I’ll be offended if[…]

Love Me Or Die

Till death do us part. I fear that sentence. But they will tell you that I fear commitment. Like commitment is something to be fearful of. She even said it. My girlfriend, Anna, I mean.[…]

The Letter That Stayed In My Pocket

Hi, Frida. My name is George. If you’re reading this, it means that I am braver than I thought. It means that I took a leap of faith. This leap will result in me falling[…]