VMS

I don’t know; perhaps I was feeling guilty. I have been seeping out my secrets to everyone but you. I have been protecting you, or maybe I was just hiding the part of me I didn’t want you to see. But now you know and I will forever regret telling you. Although, words cannot express how relieved I feel to have that weight off my shoulders. But still, I cant justify…I should have kept it all inside, just as you have done your whole life. Yes I know it is good, its pure talent, true art…but something you should never have to read. What do you mean by “things haven’t changed”? I cant even tell if that is a good thing or a bad thing. How can you read the unknown dark side of my soul and your opinion of me not change? I am just too confused to understand...

Evening jogs with Michael

Coming home from working after stressing too much,
All that I need is your masculine touch.
I call you up and you say let’s go,
Walking towards you, I see your face glow.
You hold me and relieve my aching backache,
Even though it’s late, we stay awake.
As we jog in the freezing evening breeze,
You tell me tales of the pain in your knees.
Sweat trickles down me warm sticky brow,
But that doesn’t really matter right now.
I don’t need a weapon, I’ve got a man,
Don’t come near, because he will and he can.

Panting and the sound of huge, slushy footsteps followed closer and closer, picking up speed as they came. Fear coursed through my veins as I turned the sharp corner. I was breathing deeply, my heart was quickly pumping. Too quickly, too loud… I could hear it pounding against my ribs, it was deafening against the painful silence of the darkness. Freezing rain began to fall upon my frozen form. Hunched in the night I waited; the leather binding my hands slightly loosened in the down pour. The straps cut deeper into my wrists as I struggled to release myself. “He knows where you are” –the statement overpowering my thoughts of escape. Slowly I willed my exhausted body to move, if I didn’t I would surely be taken away. The cold stone was towered above me. The concrete looked strangely welcoming, bidding me to reach it. My soaking black uniform clung to my trembling body as I inched foward exposed out in the open. Suddenly deafening alarms brought me to my knees. My freed hands covered my ringing ears. I sunk deep in the black slush.