I should have known my place. I am sorry. I should have remembered who I was dealing with. A respectable member of society. A suit-wearing family man. You. A loving husband. A caring father. A[…]
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Tag: Death
Lie To Me
Tell me that I’m beautiful. Stroke my cheek and tell me that my face doesn’t look ashy. That it doesn’t need some color because it has enough color. It has enough color, honey. That it[…]
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She’s With Me
I would kill for her. No point lying to you. I have killed for her. I open my eyes to find her face barely an inch away from mine. I could have been woken by[…]
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Ask Me About My Marriage
Go ahead. Ask me about this man that I loved so much, enough, in fact, to agree to marry him just so that I could spend the rest of my life with him. The rest[…]
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If You’re Reading This, It’s Too Late.
This can only mean one thing; there is a dead body somewhere. And it is mine. I wish I could say that I am sorry. That I should not have done this. That I should[…]
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Stained Sheets
The white sheets have blood stains on them. I leave the bed and head to the living room downstairs. I find him, sitting on the couch, his hands cradling his head. The heels of his[…]
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Can You Hear The Drums?
It is 4.17am. There is a drum beating somewhere. My eyesight might be failing me, but my hearing hasn’t bailed on me yet. I can hear it loud and clear. It beats continuously. Dam daram…dam[…]
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Happy Birthday Penny – Part IV
A normal birthday in my books, begins with the husband giving his wife – the birthday girl in this case – a kiss very early in the morning. You pull her from her side of[…]
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Happy Birthday Penny – Part II
“Why are you doing this Penny? Why?” You know why. Now go to sleep. I am not sleepy so I pop sleeping pills. You do what Penny tells you to do – this is the last[…]
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Happy Birthday Penny – Part I
I see her more than I would like to. Not that I don’t love her. No. I love her to death. I like spending time with her, looking at her beautiful face. I want her[…]
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Book Review: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Did you know that words can come alive? That they can levitate from its source to smack you in the face, to soothe your tired soul, to pat you on the back or to sting[…]
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You are an Alcoholic
It starts with a kiss (doesn’t it always!). Your lips touch the glass (or bottle) with naïve curiosity. You take a sip and taste the liquor on your tongue. Doesn’t taste so good, you think.[…]
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