Life is going to break your heart. Remember to say thank you.
T.L. MARTINLife is going to break your heart. Remember to say thank you.
T.L. MARTINPushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.
T.L. MARTINI quickly learned I needed someone who specifically enjoyed, or at the very least could take it, when I hit that point of blinding release. Every time, I lost all sense of the control I work so hard at maintaining.
T.L. MARTINMaybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out.
T.L. MARTINCome to me in pieces and exist inside me whole.
T.L. MARTINDon’t play with the Devil, he always cheats.
T.L. MARTINI suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.
T.L. MARTINI part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.
T.L. MARTINGod, can he see what he’s doing to me.
T.L. MARTINHer soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.
T.L. MARTINI never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.
T.L. MARTINDarkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.
T.L. MARTINIf you are afraid of darkness, you are afraid of your own soul.
T.L. MARTINThe conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.
T.L. MARTINBut I was still weird enough that people otherwise left me alone.
T.L. MARTINI never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey.
T.L. MARTIN