“That can’t be true.”
“I swear it is. On my cat, on my sister. For fuck’s sake, I’ll swear it on my laptop, that’s how serious I am.”
“Are you okay?”
“It’s just… This is giving me a lot of feelings.”
“Three, right off the bat. One, I want to cry. Two, I want to punch something. Three, and most importantly, I want that something to be somebody’s face. As soon as I find out who that somebody is. Fuck.”
“’m sorry I couldn’t get that part.”
“Naw, man. Y’ did good. But I would very much like it if you weren’t here when I indulged in Feeling Number One.”
“I’ll hold you? Comfort you? … Make sexual advances?”
“Stop making me feel better, you fucker.”
“Aye aye, Cap’n.”
Been a while since I've been on hitRECord, so I figured I'd swing by Metaphorest's neck of the woods to get myself back in the actual swing of things. I've always enjoyed her work, and this was fun to record :)
Grass prickly soft underhead, under hair, cheek pushed in it while she watches his eyes blink open close.
"Good sky for falling," he says, rolls his head to watch her right back, eye...
it is the ache in my chest
tight and stretched and wanting to swell
held fast in a half-forgotten place.
it's full to the metaphorical brim but still
it's my third week of school, and this was the result of my first assignment for Intro to Creative Writing :)
also, I'm not sure how to italicize things on this site (if I even can), so italic...
Nothing to do, decides little Dee Bloo, but learn some kung fu.
I wish I could make everyone's dreams come true,
thinks the fairy godmother, fraught with frustration and taut with vexation,
instead of a pretty little lass who thinks the sun shines ou...