relationships – Page 14 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

survivor

May 13, 2018May 13, 2018 Rebecca Kokitus

I never thought of myself as a survivor / just in the wrong place at the wrong time / don’t get in an elevator with someone who makes you uncomfortable, just take the stairs his first kiss, my first sexual assault / go home smelling like the teenager I never Read more

Vlad

May 13, 2018September 14, 2018 Ronna Russell

I’m not worried ‘Bout the ring you wear ‘Cause as long as no one knows then nobody can care You’re feelin’ guilty and I’m well aware But you don’t look ashamed And baby I’m not scared –“Follow Me” by Matthew Shafer and Michael Bradford Vlad gave his profile serious consideration. Read more

Enter the Dragon

May 11, 2018May 12, 2018 Julie Anderson

waltzing in claws sharp and gleaming, you strike the pain inflicted reverberates rattling my core your indifference upon arrival teetering between lurid suggestions and steamy breaths of compassion that is your secret weapon fooled, coerced and blindsided the inconvenient truth is that somehow I have grown to love you playing Read more

A Beautiful Crashing

April 19, 2018October 15, 2018 Elisabeth Horan

You are right, like always. I will not take one other step without said approval. I only want to be on your road but look and see – you haven’t invited me – so I float and scamper saying this and that, trying to get your attention, and the attention Read more

Am I a Stuck Up Little Bitch?

April 18, 2018September 13, 2018 Dave Pasquel

I just learned I have a reputation as a recluse – a reputation I hate. It’s true, I’m easily intimidated by colleagues and acquaintances who are younger, stronger, braver, more outgoing, better educated and better looking than me. When I feel demoralized – whether it’s real or imagined – I Read more

Tears

April 8, 2018October 15, 2018 Christina Strigas

I thought when you lost your job you would need me more but your weakness divided us; your travels stopped those visits ceased to exist. I think too much of how your body on mine was a missing puzzle piece you could not throw away. One afternoon or one lifetime Read more

Borders

April 6, 2018October 15, 2018 Eris Gentle

When we embrace, the place Where your skin ends And mine begins Vanishes with a sigh– Photo Credit: Eric Kilby Flickr via Compfight cc

For James

March 28, 2018October 15, 2018 Elisabeth Horan

Hey man, it’s ok. It’s me. You don’t have to do this anymore. My name is just a name. The rope was just a rope the weed was something helpful – at least that part was fun. I left you, and I am sorry. I wasn’t as strong as you. Read more