Escargot. And other such slippery things.

Listen, you lil f*ck. It's gonna go down one of two ways—but it is going to go down. You can either grow a set of balls and ask me to dinner–OR–we can be direct about this in an adult-like fashion and devise a long term fuck plan. Mutually and...

It's Friday_I'm in Love {38}

There is a varied sense of optimism  In every sense of her momentary lapse of everyday life. She loves. It is innate in her. Billowing attitude of himself is what draws her attention but in the next moment she sees his complexities. Delicious at...

Never Had She Felt Unlucky in Love

With a glint in her eye and a delicate gesture of hand nestling her brave little chin and toothy bright smile—She recalls she was never much for makeup—Even in her youth. A bit of lip color, perhaps, eyeliner or mascara–and never everyday. She kept a...

"I can slay the jabberwock"

As her temper did everything but flare, Alice took measured steps in her approach of a sudden adversary. She was the proper Alice for the job after all—counting "six impossible things before breakfast." While her admirers had a "saving the world...

Vitamins and Men of Pause

I'm so sorry. My memory needs kind reminders, lately and a good vitamin. He would never be caught saying outloud—although it is exactly how he felt. Men like him get angry when they can't figure "it" out. So, this time, instead he allowed her to take...

Ma'am, Do You Know Why I Pulled You Over

    His defensive streak came out and stayed like a steady stream that never runs dry. Pervasively it streamed like a creek running through the front yard of his metro sexual layering of shirts and the all too perfectly worn denim. All she...

Pretending to Ignore

Pretending To ignore    How You infringe   How  You park there   How  You mock more   Pretend To ignore   The space  You place    You Assert  Yourself   And the worst part is You are...

Scarlett's Why I Blog – DFTC

I blog to heal. Plain and Simple.   It is not how I first got here—but it is why I stayed. Like Anything in my life, blogging holds a function. A very pragmatic function.    It may sound like I am about to speak in cliches and if I do,...

Avoiding Bitter Salt

The unloved  The undead   And It hurts And It stings It unpleasantly rings   Unwraps a few things   Poking and prodding   2013 Oct DFTC 

It's Friday_I'm in Love {37}

I wanna take a bath with you Your tender succulent limbs wrapped around my tortured tired soul   I want warmth  And my neck kissed And bubbles deep Surrounding my not-so-perfect parts Heating every desiring inch of me   ...

cool october

i write to save my life she said   and as she drew a breath larger than life she spoke a bit louder than she ever had     © october 2012 dftc

i am anything but weak

i am anything but weak. and needy.   but i will love and love you deeply. when i love you   i was a great wife and really fun girl friend now i'm just a really great friend   one day i will be something more but...

There is No Cream in My Coffee

Sam is a Bully.    He is a narcissistic asshole. And he lives in our house. Perhaps being the only male he feels it necessary to bully each of us in his own way to get what he needs, subtly or otherwise.    We have a girl I, under my...

It's Friday — I'm in Love {36}

And she recognizes him like the back of her hand Like a pleasant thought That has stayed with her Since birth   Wiping sleep From her eyes  Of hope Destined  For an anomaly Filled hope   Breakfast is her ...

Recoiling Thinking

And so She emotionally stopped speaking to him— completely   And She cried her eyes out Within the cold walls  Of Her warm bath   Recoil   She needed to run away.  And She physically didn't—   She emotionally did ...

Recoil

In breaking walk Aches Head full of purpose Length full of body Unfilled   Gatheredness  Recoiling    An Unbecoming substance   Rancid Particular And peculiar   Her emotions To the point Of...

It's Friday—I'm in Love {35}

It is the essence  Of your exactness  That makes me crumble   Yet I do not fall Ever   I refuse   Eat your words everyday  If I could But you are no where  Near mine to have   Your gracious  Giving is one...