The Sanctuary I Hide from My Own Goddess
I watched him from before his failure. He said I was too perfect to walk in the mud, not knowing that sentence condemned him never to leave it.
I watched him from before his failure. He said I was too perfect to walk in the mud, not knowing that sentence condemned him never to leave it.
She swam toward me without looking away, and in the warm water of dusk I understood that what we had felt as kids had never really disappeared.
I tripped over a root, and before I could get up, she was already on top of me. Her cold skin brushed mine, and I knew that night I wouldn’t leave the forest unchanged.
She wasn’t looking for love or company. She wanted to be watched, desired, imagined naked beneath her dress. That night she chose to be pure fire.
I gave him two kisses in front of his mother and, without anyone noticing, decided to play along until neither of us thought we’d go that far that morning.
She grabbed my arm in the middle of the street and whispered that if I let her go, she might disappear. I had no idea how far that night would go or what price I’d pay for following her.
I thought I was alone at home. I left the bathroom door open, closed my eyes, and said her name out loud, never imagining she’d already come back.
He was thousands of miles away and I woke up burning. I opened my laptop, read what my readers fantasized about me, and let my hands do the rest.
My heels were killing me and the wig was itching, but when that man looked at me from across the room, I knew the night had only just begun.
When I leaned out the window to rest for a moment, I saw them in the pool. Naked, kissing, utterly oblivious to the world. I knew that year would be very different.