relationships – Page 11 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

Good Girl

January 5, 2019March 11, 2019 Julie Anderson

Go ahead mark me with your stain, claim me as your own Boisterous bravado, you think you have it made. I am a good girl, never would my heart betray the hand that strokes me. I am a good girl, here— see my new lacy knickers? They were bought just Read more

Rumi Lovers

January 4, 2019January 4, 2019 Christina Strigas

He can move in and out of her as Rumi lovers do, the type of lover who knows your body before he touches, the sort that knows everything by asking. The one to please, send you off with prayers give you god pleasure, madly make sex turn to love. Turn Read more

The Cacti of Your Memories

January 3, 2019January 19, 2019 F.K. Jadoon

I walk amid paths strewn with cacti of your memories. Which stay still, strong, silent. But there. In my path. So that if i want to go forward, I have to go through them. But when I try do that, I get pierced by their sharp pointy thorns. It is Read more

Wildfire

December 6, 2018December 4, 2018 Olivia Stirton

In your stained glass eyes and colourful tears, I see through to the fire burning in your heart Calmed not even by the cold tile of the bathroom floor. As the party ends and the liquor ceases to flow, The moon rises like a curtain on a theatre stage, Crushing Read more

White Horses

November 24, 2018November 27, 2018 Emily Algar

He offered me a white horse and a happily ever after. I have never been much for hollow happiness, And ever afters are plans I couldn’t ever stick to. I counter-offered two white horses, two streams of thought, And the uncertainty of love in the here and now… Read more

Bibs

November 24, 2018November 26, 2018 Anon Feminine Collective

Don’t leave me on the road, summer asphalt My body turned to dry rot I’m raw meat Sizzling and squirting away My guts on display Black capes and wings Surround me Don’t tear me apart Treat me kindly And don’t forget To break my itty bitty hollow white poles And Read more

Rebecca

November 23, 2018November 26, 2018 Ozge Gozturk

“Don’t stare at me like that!” I had cried out in a fury, but Duak kept her gaze locked on me. Looking at her blood red lips. Burdened, I repeated gently, “Don’t stare at me like that. They’re going to figure it out…” My face was blushed; my heart was Read more

True Murders

October 26, 2018November 26, 2018 Brenna Ehrlich

When Lin had imagined a murderer’s mistress, she had pictured leopard print and spandex, glittering baubles and high heels. She would never have pictured Eliza Hanson as she was now: kitted out in a soft pink cardigan, a puffy matching headband holding back her sleek, graying bob, serving drinks with Read more