Scribbles 130--Hurricane

Precarious   We didn’t walk on eggshells in that house.  It was me being the bull to your china shop there,   the emotional equivalent of Hurricane Judy.    But the china was already broken— held together with whispers ...

Saturday night sexy--Spin for me

She went dancing again that next weekend.  She told herself it was for the freedom she felt when she danced, but she lied to herself.  It was the power in having someone mewling and groveling at her feet she craved.  Power she hadn’t known...

tore it all apart

 Why do you hate and never love?  why don't you just forgive and not hold a grudge?  Why do you judge me?  just look at yourself your not perfect so just go to hell.  you torture me haunt me temp me and dement me rape my mind body and soul use me up...

Pole position

“Stop.” The voice is more stern, still quiet. She brakes, pulls along side him. He walks to the passenger window, which she has rolled down. He bends over, folds his forearms onto the opening, leans into the van. She notices he has green eyes and...