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Stalking Stevie

Stalk my ponderings, poetry and general pencil pushing.

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Insecure 

I’m afraid of the truth

Not the all encompassing

Truth of that which is known

But your truth
The truth that could say

That like my looks your

Love for me has faded

Eroded by waves of time
The truth that could say

That the things that once

Endeared you to me are now

Noxious gas suffocating you
My quirkiness makes you cringe

My inadequacy with words, wearisome

My flaws magnified until they’re all you see

It’s not me, it’s not you, it’s us

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Hunger Part 5

It’s hard to remember when I first felt this urge, to fill the emptiness in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t lack for anything at the farm. We had plenty of food, all the fruit and vegetables you could possibly eat, but it never satisfied me. I was very rarely alone yet loneliness had always followed me down the white corridors into the crowded dining hall. I wanted to reach out and touch someone, but that wasn’t allowed. In the shower when I had some privacy, I would touch myself the way that Max touches me now, pretending that it was someone else, pretending that they cared about me. Not in the way that Sweetie and Pip cared.

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Hunger Part 4

As the ship charged through the sea away, from the farm toward the unknown, I lay in bed in anticipation. I was alone and completely naked, blissing out at the tingling in my toes. I could feel the space where the air caressed my skin and tickled the hairs on my arm. I could feel the light layer of sweat evaporate as my breathing slowed. The taste of his skin danced on my tongue, salty, savoury, satisfying. The smell of sex hung in the air, it was a warm blanket that wrapped around me. My nipples pointed to the ceiling as they tingled from the memory of Max’s lips. A knock on the door broke the spell and I panicked, grabbing the sheet and pulling it to my chest.

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Hunger Part 3

By the time we had got to the dock the sky had clouded over and it was grey and cold. We unloaded the bus right by the sea and half the people made their way to a large boat that sat on the water looming over us. The rest branched off and hopped in cars, taking a road that curved around the coast.

“They live in the guard’s quarters while they’re working. There are some nice apartments on this island but most of us live on the mainland when we have time off. It’s good to get away.”

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Hunger Part 2

Looking back I realise I may have been using him. Not using him to help me escape the farm I was an animal in. I used him to escape my reality. In Max’s body I found food for my soul. The day I found out I was being farmed for my offspring and eventually my flesh, at the time I didn’t let myself think about what that meant. In my world up until that point I was brought up believing a comet had hit earth and wiped out all of the animals and most of the people. We were told that we were all that was left, so we had to do everything we could to keep the human race alive. Lies.

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Hunger Part 1

Recently I’ve been wondering if I made the right choice. Sleepless nights stalk me. When we’re lying in bed his breath fills the air, filling me with doubt. He inevitably rolls over toward me draping his arms and legs over me as if I were his possession. I haven’t gotten used to sleeping with someone else. His every move wakes me from my restless dreams. Dreams of white walls, white uniforms, and electric fences that hum a gentle lullaby. Sometimes I see their faces, the faces of friends I need to forget, but it’s only been a month. The blinds across our bedroom window haunt me. They look like bars I used to watch the sunrise through, the rays scattering light that sparkled like diamonds on the walls. Now neon lights throw a dancing kaleidoscope of colours on the ceiling, taunting me. I have to move on. I need to stop thinking of that place.

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Yeah?

Criticism is my foreplay

Let me make you feel

Inadequate. Are you wet

Yet? You’re slick with

Self-doubt. Let me touch

Your every insecurity.

Let my fingernails drag

Across your regrets. Yes.

Oh yes. Do you like that?

Yeah?

 

 

Pause

A woman lies in bed

Lying to herself

Pretending

To be okay

She will do it all

Tomorrow, she wont.

Pieces

You are beautifully

broken but I know

I can fix you. I put

you back together

like a jumbled jigsaw.

The pieces slot in

easily until I am left

looking for the last

piece. Where is it?

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