Body Tale

Story story, story come.. I couldn't recognize the eye color. These were rounded and not my usual almond! I was used to the glare of black eyes and not brown! Nothing about the glare was kind. Hardly no eye contact. No! This eyes weren't his! If I had a mouth, I'd scream so hard. If… Continue reading Body Tale

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Former Lover Boy

There is no internet in jail, neither java nor art caffè. My body wasn't even made for jail and so for the above mentioned reasons, I'll try restrain myself from sliding a knife through your throat. I'm grateful to this whole scenario cause it goes to affirm that I am indeed human characterized by real… Continue reading Former Lover Boy