MECHANICAL

Simultaneously
I hug my loneliness and offer my body to you.
The need to have your hand on my face
is so overwhelming,
my eyes are begging you to

hit me,
wipe my tears,
touch my cheek while you look away.

Anything,
as long as I get the physical expression of what you call
a lustful attention.
The minute I wake up,
I want to replicate the fantasies in my head,
thinking that if I act long enough,
my life will become a pool of petal-filled happiness.
Pretty as a snowflake
and cold as a thousand of them,
I learn lessons of life
the hard way.
One step forward and three back –
that’s the pace of the mechanical love.
Poisoned with apathy,
I stare at pictures of myself,
while my fingers are busy picking cogs
out of my favourite clock.
Time becomes irrelevant,
when your life is inked with misfortune.

– Chatty Owl –

INTIMACY

We ignored cats eyes
as we drove through drying-out puddles,
and into a fabric of a peachy night.
My toes on the dashboard
and too-fast beating hearts
were only few pieces of this short story.
Your tongue
turned into a thief of my kisses,
and in return,
I gave you my mouth
as a finger-sucking monster.
Hipbones, pressed hard against the leather.
Shadows, flickering on our faces,
in the light of passing cars.
They stopped for a second to watch us,
just like our heartbeats did,
every time my neck got bitten
by you.
We woke up in separate beds,
but we both knew, it isn’t an illusion
of how good our love is,
when mixed together.
I burn your oxygen, while you replace mine –
a constant stream of perfect love drops.
My shyness was paper-white and angelic,
until you spoiled it.
Like a hunter spoils feathers of the swan,
marking them red.
With a bullet.

– Chatty Owl –

It has been 4 years since I joined WordPress. It has been such a blast. I’m honoured to have met all of you. Thanks for staying so awesome!

WORDPRESS GLITCH

Towards the end of this year, WordPress is turning its back on me completely! My comments end up in your spam boxes, your new posts don’t appear on my reader (hence why I thought you all were busy Christmas shopping!), and I only now realised how many of your writing I have missed.

No hard feelings, please.

I’ll have a busy weekend trying to catch up with all of you.

– Chatty Owl –