Submissions by MDWhit

Small talk became more animated as the wine had a chance to loosen tongues and ties. He stood behind me and slightly off to the side, adding a few sporadic comments to the conversation but mostly observing those around him.

My glass was never empty, basking in the persistent attention of multiple conversationalists. The men grew more aggressive despite the quiet man at my side. I reveled in the challenge of juggling them all, and fending off the more zealous of the lot.

And then I felt it, his hand against the small of my back. I understood his action. He was unsure of his...

I observe him, ridged across from me. Arms crossed and shoulders hunched, pulling into himself. A sitting fetal position. His eyes are forced to me, bereft and disillusioned. I see hurt and disappointment in him. And I can not ignore my part in this endgame.

I demand a smile and he struggles with my command, shredding my heart. We have both been cut by the same blade, though I fear mine may have been poison tipped with the potential to fester over time.

Honesty is brutal when the fantasy crumbles to reveal our imperfections. Mine have been shown, glistening like fresh...

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As my hand gently pets that sweet spot of skin at the cup of your hip,
resting in the hollow, soothing, slowing sweeps.

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As our breath evens out in the soft melody of contented sleep.

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As we dream.

She used to lull me so softly each night into sleep,
the crashing and cawing of life at the beach.
Her sand filled with miniature wonders to reach
overflowing my treasure box, I was simple... at peace.

As my hair grew out longer, those tangles echoed my brain.
No longer the young laughing mermaid, I was shamed
by wild lusty urges so dark, twisted, kinky and deep
like the seawater's home to kraken and monsters without feet!

Medusa emerges, vicious strikes from my own head
as I tremble with unspoken desires... paired with dread.
Will her deep...

Lungs bursting with pressure,
a heady struggle for breath.
The twinkling light in your vision
a precursor to death.

Your arms open slowly
embracing that fate,
the beauty of knowing
life is no longer at the stake.

Begone winding rivers.
Goodbye sweet poppy fields.
Adios my dear lovers.
My retreat finally real.

This death holds no sorrow
just the absence of light.
You won't see me tomorrow
but I promise I'll write.

Send your blessings and tissues
well wishings aflight.
Let the wan moon console you
as...