“Nah, fuck that. I’ll use my hands.”

Sarah watched Todd tear the pie apart with his chubby fingers, shoving large mouthfuls of pastry into his mouth—the thick brown gravy running down the stubble on his chin.

“What is it? Beef? Tastes a bit like chicken too.”

“Oh, it’s just a little something I whipped up. A new recipe,” Sarah said. “I hope you like it.”

Todd burped and wiped his sticky fingers on the comforter. “Like it? I fucking love it! Be a good girl and go get me another slice.”

Sarah dutifully picked up the dirty plate off the bed and returned to the kitchen, where she cut another large slice of the pie before walking back into the bedroom.

“There you go, sweetheart. Enjoy!”

She handed Todd the plate and watched him start to devour the second helping of pie. He smacked his lips as he swallowed large chunks of gristle and soggy meat.

Sarah left him to finish eating his breakfast.

When she got back to the kitchen, she looked down at her gold wedding ring. She let out a little sigh and slid it off her finger. Throwing it into the trash can.

The ring rattled against the sides of the empty cans of cheap dog food sitting inside.

Sarah couldn’t hold back the smile any longer and chuckled to herself.

A wave of euphoria swept through her body as she skipped across the living room to the front door where her packed suitcase lay waiting.

She picked up it up and quietly slipped out of the apartment.

If Someone Really Cares

If someone really cares about you, they will do everything they possibly can to right the wrong.

Those who secretly can’t be bothered—just make excuses.

Strangers in the Snow

When the snow came—

I thought of you.

The magical night

we spent together.

Kissing in parkas—

melting snowflakes

with rosy lips.

Making promises—

we couldn’t

possibly keep.

Pleasure Bound

Ropes tied—

her tethered wrists.

Vibrator pressed

on swollen clit.

Pleasure bound

with writhing hips.

My fingers fucking

pretty lips.

Her silent scream—

the whipped cream,

with a cherry

on top.

A New Romance

Will you be

my new romance?

A first sentence

of a love story.

The beginning

of my everything.

Under the Pier

You kiss me with lips that taste of sex and pink bubble gum.

Standing in the shadows. Our bare feet buried in the wet sand—the warm summer sea swirling around our ankles.

The teddy bear I won for you at the fair, carried quietly away by the outgoing tide.

Our innocence lost beneath a rotting wood and barnacle sky.

Under the pier.

When the Romance Goes

I remember a time when you made me daisy chains. Now you just mow the lawn.

Trash Talk

How amusing

it must be,

to sip poison

with your friends,

to crack jokes

at my expense—

to laugh behind

my back.

Never knowing

it’s actually me,