What did it feel like, I cannot recall. But I remember it was good. It was untamed and dirty, spurring me into moments where my inhibitions squandered. A whore so penetrated by desire, sucking lust which fuelled a spirit unmatched before. That was what you did. But I emotionally sat alone, away and far apart from every moment I wanted to be around him, around her and them. You didn’t know I held a taste and smelled like them all, gallivanting down the streets as if I owned them. As if I deserved their pleasure smeared across my mouth, between my thighs and in my hair. Their shame was on display and they didn’t know. You thought I was just giving myself to you this whole time? Did you think i was just for you? As you whispered sweet nothings in my ear? How very foolish of you. I was never yours, you never mine and you can’t hurt me anymore because I’m gone. I hear nothing but the voice of my own now, reflecting on your inebriated self during nights filled with broken promises and booze. You were entertaining until you weren’t anymore. We’re all too fucking good. —A.C.U.
This article appears in Sep 29 – Oct 5, 2016.
You ain’t winning no literary awards honey.
Keep your writing simple OP. You sound like you’re trying and failing to sound like your a good writer. You are not.
What self-indulgent, poorly written tripe – a projectile vomiting of words that would earn a solid ‘D-‘ in any creative writing class.
Translation: He fucked me good but that’s all he wanted. I feel spurned. But that’s okay, I’ll just write a flowery bitch about it and eat ice cream with my cats.
Drunken hookups. Nothing to see here.
A ramble through a verbose ramble. With thorny words aplenty but few real thoughts. Damned few authors can get away with ‘words in a jumble’ prose. And this ain’t one of ’em.
Yikes, first sentence was to end with – … a verbose bramble.
Yes, my name is pot. Yes, I did call the kettle a little black. Oops.
is this written by a journalism student scabbing for the CH trying to branch out into trashy erotic novels?
Excerpts that you wish were from the mayoralty debate…