I feel trapped, caged, waiting to get out. Then what? Go to college? Be force-fed information again? Sit down and have people tell me what I need to know? Go to another institution, following more rules and regulations so I can do what, get a stable career the rest of my life? Everyone's always telling me how important it is Everyone's doing it Everyone's going to college. What I really want to do is run barefoot in an op...
Here I am, sitting on a large bus of high-school students (with a few middle-schoolers thrown in), as we are riding back from a church trip. My heart is heavy, and all I can do is stare out the window at the trees that line this Alabama highway, and think about what I’ve done. Sitting next to me is one of my best friends, who is the closest guy friend that I have. I won’t tell you his real name, but let’s call him Austin....
Sick and twisted me Lost in deviant sin The sweet taste of salt The tangy scent of honey Sweat and skin, Water and earth. Sick and deviant me Lost in twisted delight The slap of moving flesh The growl of anguished ecstasy Gasp and breathe Air and fire. Languid soul v. roaring heart Eloquent sigh v. sordid mouth Oh yes, please, Deviant and twisted me. ~ Sweet and delicate me Masked and yet laid bare The innocence of an ang...
