Shame StoryShame StoryShame Story
I spat the paper sticking at the roof of my mouth. I look at my hands, they tremble, they tremble but not me. I'm not giving any clues; make them guess what's spinning inside my head: Shame. Guilt. Whatever. Pain. How can I tell? Maybe if he hadn't laughed so much…We wouldn't be here. Two hours ago wasn't like this. He was answering a test. I was also busy trying to figure out question6. Then he started it, poking the tip of his ballpen onto my nape, poking and laughing silently. I counted till ten, not when I’m having trouble with a history exam. I tried ignoring him. But he continued to po
These MomentsWhat do I want What i want is to lick you with my eyes to feel the texture of the air that circulates millimeters away from your hands centipeding without sensing skin percolating without sacrificing an elusive chance of touch of polished hard transparent shellThese Moments
What i want is to live in circles that overlap that lies like chained arcs suspended residing focused
on a single warmth, a notion, an expectation.
i do not want to talk of flowers or the colors the weather dresses them with it provides no comfort no extension of any kin
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