As she sat down
She looked around
And each of their smiles
Was a winner
Yet she couldn’t help
But think to herself
They are only here
For the dinner
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
As she sat down
She looked around
And each of their smiles
Was a winner
Yet she couldn’t help
But think to herself
They are only here
For the dinner
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
As he followed her
She panicked
Is this my time to die?
I wonder what I’ll have for tea
He thought
As he just strolled on by
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
One million men
Could lay in my bed
But you’d still be the one
Stuck in my head
Even if I tried
A million women instead
I wouldn’t even be vaguely
Interested
As time goes on
It gets harder
Their behavior to excuse
I’ve drank so many toasts
To so many men now
That I’ve run out of booze
Liars
Let’s
all
raise
our
glasses
And
make a
drunken
toast
To all
those
cruel
bastards
out there
Who
claim
they
love us
the most
(Originally Posted 18.11.2019)
“Of all the gin joints
In all the world…
She walks into mine”
“I hope he doesn’t think
I came here for him
As I just fancied
A soda and lime”
Old Movies (1)
Come
death
come,
as fast
as you
can
As
frankly
my dear,
I don’t
give
a damn
(Originally Posted 04.11.2019)
Please don’t think me arrogant,
Inconsiderate or unkind
It’s just that if I must
Towards another man be thrust
Then I think I’ll lose my mind
Twinkle
You
say
that
look
in my
eye
Sends
shivers
down
your
spine
I hope
one day,
when
you
look
at me,
That
you’ll
send
shivers
down
mine
(Originally Posted 16.10.2019)
Some have beauty
Some have braun
Some have charm and flair
Some of them even
Have half a brain
But to you they never compare
First Sight
It
was
clear
to me
The
moment
we met
That
you’d
be the
one
I’d
least
regret
Xxx
(Originally Posted 30.09.2020)
Men may have since
Shared my bed
But they have never
Shared my head
Like you
Fuck Knows
My days
are sad
My nights
are lonely
Fuck knows
if I’ll ever
Only be
true to you
(Originally Posted 09.09.2019)
I wrote this one
While hanging on
For a reply to a particular text
As I had shown it
I thought I’d blown it
And wasn’t sure what was next
As it was
It was just a pause
As you wrote back in earnest
And so then I knew
I still had you
And that my effort was worth it
Reassured
The relief
is palpable
My anxiety
is pacified
Our normality
is restored
Thank fuck
you replied
(Originally Posted 13.08.2019)
“Men speak conveniently of love when it their serves their purpose. And when it doesn’t, it’s a burden to them.”
– Maid Marian
‘I can’t believe that life’s so complex
When I just want to sit here and watch you undress’
Pardon me miss
If I buy you a drink
Please
Do not think me bold
No problem mate
You can buy me two
As long as you fuck off
When you’re told
Why don’t you actually help me
She said
Instead of standing there like a prick
Perhaps if you actually involved me
He said
I wouldn’t feel like such a dick
Here you are
Late again
Never with joy
Always with pain
Maybe chocolate
Will keep me sane
Until the cramps
Begin to wane
Until then
I’ll make it plain
Do not heed
My addled brain
I’ll try my best
Focus to regain
And wash away
This human stain
I know he can’t be mine
She said
But now he’ll never be yours
If only he’d grow a spine
She said
And just choose one of us
She awoke that morning to the sound of the bells. Those fucking incessant church bells that plagued her every Sunday morning. She opened one eye to the world and, as the daylight scorched her alcohol soaked retina, she quickly closed it again. Fucking tequila, she murmured. Never again. Yeah, right.
Then she remembered. Shit. She tentatively slid her hand across the mattress. She felt his presence before she heard his snore. Fucking tequila, she murmured again. Bollocks.
She took a deep breath and forced both of her eyes open to absorb the piercing light this time. The bells had stopped thank fuck. One less thing to deal with.
She sat up, carefully, and embraced the world. She wasn’t ready to wake the man whose name she had forgotten – or in truth had never known – just yet.
She crawled, with great difficulty, from the bed. Every bone feeling like a dead weight, she managed to pull last nights shirt over her head and stumble to the kitchen.
She took a glass from the draining board and filled it with ice cold water from the stainless steel tap. She revelled in the smooth taste cleansing her mouth, her throat and her head. She glugged down four paracetamol and proceeded to the bathroom to wash the lingering taste of the man from her mouth.
She looked at herself in the mirror. I look like I feel, she thought, and I feel like shit. Still, first things first. She needed to get this fucker out. Composing herself and her aching limbs she strode into the bedroom; clapping her hands loudly as she stepped.
‘Rise and shine sleeping beauty’ she croaked. ‘Time to go’. The mound of stale sweat, alcohol and drool lay motionless under the duvet. ‘I said come on motherfucker – move’. She shouted louder this time pairing her cry with a swift kick to what she hoped was his kidney area. The man whimpered as he rolled over on to his front.
‘Just come back to bed, babe’ he muttered sleepily.
‘Babe? Are you fucking shitting me mate? Just get the fuck out of my bed!’ She was shaking him now as he heaved himself upright. Dazed and confused he looked into her eyes, realisation slowly dawning that if he wanted to keep his testicles intact he’d better not argue. He hurriedly dressed as she shooed him out of the bedroom and pushed him out of the flat – the front door knocking him over as he pulled on his boots.
‘Well, thanks for that and everything. But I won’t be calling you again’ she snipped.
‘But, I..’ was all she heard before she slammed the door in his puzzled, but albeit pretty cute, face.
She stalked back to bed, vowing never to drink tequila again.
Yeah, right.
(Originally Posted 06.03.2019)
To
all
those
men
out
there
You
know
who
you
are
Breaking
hearts
without
a care
Yet
kissing
better
the
scar
Do
you
think
you
could
just
reign
it in
And
be a
better
man?
For
you
might
be
okay
Living
your
life
that
way
But
I don’t
think
I can
And
you
accuse
me of
being
flirtatious?When
your
behaviour
tonight
has been
outrageous!
I saw you looking
Over dinner
Your smile discreet
Hers a winner
I realised there
Was something more
When she sashayed
To the dance floor
I knew it then
In revelatory style
It’s obvious we
Won’t walk up the ailse
Bleeding
From
the
inside
out
What
the
fuck
Is
that
all
about?
But a
painful
reminder
That
for
one
week
in
four
You’re
here to
procreate
And
nothing
more
You
think
you’ve
gotten
away
with it
But
you
and
I both
know
You’ll
wither
away
sad
and
alone
While
I will
continue
to grow
Twenty three years in prison
Is nowhere near enough
For men like you to realise
We are not your ‘bit of fluff’
If I
hadn’t
been so
confused,
then.I
wouldn’t
feel so
used,
now.
I
wish
there
was a
way
I
could
make
you
see
That
good
boys
like
you
Aren’t
for
bad
girls
like me
What should
we do now?What will
we say?This has
gone too farTo ever
go away
I don’t
need
to be
rescuedBut it’s
nice
to know
you’d try
Once
again
I fearIt may
be time to
apologiseFor
punching
another
misogynistic
bastardRight
between
the eyes
You
don’t
half
speak
shite
He
said
Your
patter
couldn’t
be any
wetter
Well
why
don’t
you take
the mic
She
said
And
we’ll
see if
you can
do better
Shame
on meFor
doing
this
to youShame
on youFor
allowing
me to
Just
close
your
eyes
and
count
to ten
I’ll
take
you to
heaven
and
back
again
Is that
the time,
he said,
I should
get my
things
and leaveWell don’t
let me
keep you,
she said,
for I have
others
to please
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