Interlude with her Englishman in the woods by InvisigothKillswitch, literature
Literature
Interlude with her Englishman in the woods
She drove out of the city, leaving the lights and traffic, feeling her shoulders drop as the tension and anxiety that built up from being around so many people slowly began to leave her. She drove until she’d left the city far behind, into the suburbs, to the smaller towns, to the less kept roads. To the place where there were more trees than houses. Driving so long that the only light on the now dirt road was from her headlights. The last turn was almost a blind one, if you hadn’t known it was there you could pass by unaware, especially in the dark, but it was home for her, she knew this way better even than the scratchy tattoos on the ba...
Reaching out (from my Tumblr blog) by InvisigothKillswitch, journal
Reaching out (from my Tumblr blog)
Sometimes I wonder why I still reach out. It feels like I’m extending my arm in friendship into a twisted and dark piranha tank, that some how in my head looks like a closet filled up with void (don’t ask me to explain that). Sometimes my fingers will brush someone, ever so slightly, that might be seeking the same thing, but for the most part it’s the piranhas, spewing out all the things they want to do to me if the safety of the screen was removed. It truly baffles me that men think they can rattle off a few interesting sexual positions and they suddenly expect me to jump out of a ten year relationship and faun all over them. Yeah, no. Th...