Post by emily (@wordbite) on Sun, 19 Jan 20 21:58:04 +0000 View Full Post When I was little my grandfather spoke of the sky whales. He told me they were grand creatures and that they watched everything I did. As a child this both scar...
Post by emily (@wordbite) on Wed, 25 Sep 19 19:22:40 +0000 View Full Post A soft wind washed the day off her skin and told her to try again tomorrow.
Post by emily (@wordbite) on Sat, 27 Jul 19 19:35:36 +0000 View Full Post Moon made shadows nipped at her ankles in the sharp autumn air.
Post by emily (@wordbite) on Fri, 31 May 19 03:14:16 +0000 View Full Post My calloused fingertips trace his silky skin Feeling the muscle and bone that give him his sturdiness Hoping he's not just the dream he feels like I soothe his...
Post by emily (@wordbite) on Thu, 18 Apr 19 13:25:39 +0000 View Full Post Take me outside Into the storm The thunder will shake my bones to the surface And the lightening will split them to pieces Return me to myself again
Post by emily (@wordbite) on Sat, 23 Mar 19 17:51:09 +0000 View Full Post Hollow bones but still flightless A constant war between who I am and who I wish to be Clear sky But my rat nest hair acts like a cloud Shielding me from the su...
Post by emily (@wordbite) on Tue, 22 Jan 19 03:34:53 +0000 View Full Post If he was a wolf, then she was a lamb. So delicate and carefree. He couldn’t wait to sink his fangs into her. But when he tried, and boy did he try, he found he...
Post by emily (@wordbite) on Thu, 18 Oct 18 01:06:09 +0000 View Full Post He asks, "Are you coming?" with mischief in his eyes. It's a question but only in syntax. A sentence uttered so gingerly, it left no room for an answer to exist...
Post by emily (@wordbite) on Wed, 03 Oct 18 02:22:16 +0000 View Full Post There was an emotion ricocheting inside her skull that she had no name for. On one hand, she felt each forceful blow to the bone leave bruises and blood. On the...
Post by emily (@wordbite) on Sun, 30 Sep 18 20:37:52 +0000 View Full Post With bared teeth and dripping saliva he allowed her to smooth his prickled fur. Black as night and soft as morning. He tried to shake the fear through her bone...
