I read that we never get to stop coming out. Well I came out to myself the other day, Stepped out of my glass closet for a moment, Well, not so much a class closet than one of those Cabinets old people use to store their china I am transparent, the way I hoard your gifts, Your presents, your presence. I never tell the ones who need to hear it the most. Instead I let it rest on my lips the way I wish yours would And flitter round my tongue the way I want yours to, But I can’t….
Shop Boy Crush
Do you have a lunch break, or do you sustain on cuteness and sheepish smiles? Because if you do, I do too. And i don’t mean to be ambiguous but I do mean both. Because if you don’t have a lunch break, I don’t really need That soup and a sandwich I buy everyday Just that smile… See I’m like a plant except instead of sunshine, I flourish on your shine Because boy do you shine. See I’m more like a flower than anything else, You know, like how they lean to the sun and all? Yeah, that’s my flow…
Flash Fiction Friday #32: Teacher’s Pet
eugh. finally. this one did not want to be written at all, and hence, i don’t like it very much. but it’s the only way i can get fff#33. (and for those who catch on…. ahem… doh make it out please :P) fff#32: (starter) i/he/she/it/we/they took everything She took everything mundane about our classes and spritzed it with her flowery perfume. Most of the boys where enthralled by Ms Bell. The ones in the upper classes attempted to wow her with their newfound charms. Us younger ones just blushed when she asked us questions and tried to impress her by…