Crimes of the Heart
… Here in the dark I sit. Polishing my sins with a rag and spit. No matter how hard I rub, the patina never succumbs. Encrusted with smudge, it’s difficult to shine. Woe… Continue reading
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Imprisoned
In his prison cell, iron bars and chains were forged when she broke his heart. *Amazing photo by Francis of Qhapaq ❤
50 Word Story – Rubbed Raw
Rubbing her fetish, she hoped this overwhelming need would disappear. She felt hungry, yet it wasn’t food that would satiate her. She’d barricaded her heart years ago, but here she was pining to… Continue reading
