M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 100
January 6, 2020
Don’t Leave
Hey, it’s me.
I’m searching for the words to make it right; these are all I have.
Can you stay? One more minute?
Because when you leave, when you close that door, you know you can’t come back, right? There’s no handle on the other side to let you come back through.
No that I don’t want you to.
Believe me, I do.
Please; let’s make this easy.
You are so vital, so essential, with so much love to give.
Won’t you stay? Just a little longer?
Because when you go, a thousand stars will go out in the...
January 4, 2020
Maggot
Well, isn’t this a glorious pile of shit I’ve found myself in.
Still clinging on to you like I’m scrabbling in the dark,
Holding on to maggots that wriggle in my palm,
And then disappear, eaten whole when we lark.
Metamorphosis can be so disappointing.
You are not the bright butterfly I expected.
You’re common or garden domesticated house fly,
Lying about a life you say you have rejected.
I had such hopes that you’d pupate from chrysalis
Into the beautiful, bright butterfly that I once saw.
I...
January 3, 2020
Overdue
For those of you reading my stuff elsewhere, this will probably look familiar!
It starts with a look. A series of looks. Ones that aren’t necessarily loaded yet still fill Darrel’s gut with a particular heat. Then there are the touches, beginning with arms around shoulders or firm pats to his chest in passing at work, and continuing with hip checks in his kitchen, knees against thighs, and a sense that they are always pressed together, no matter where they are. And then there are the smiles,...
January 2, 2020
Ball Of String
No, it’s not okay.
And no, it’s not alright.
Just who the fuck do you think you are,
Extinguishing like candlelight?
I’m not your verbal punch bag.
I’m not a disposable Thing.
I’m not always going to play the kitten
To your ball of string.
I don’t come with an off button,
Nor do I pause, or mute.
Do not presume you can resume
Things whenever it suits.
Don’t mistake me for some children’s toy
To pick up or discard as you choose.
If I am not a priority
You won’t care if you lose
Me, because in...
December 31, 2019
One Day
One day.
You’re going to look up from whatever you thought was more important, and I’ll be gone.
You’ll glance around, not bothering to actually stand and look for me because, hey, where would I go?
Not for one second will you consider that when I said I needed to belong,
I meant I wanted to feel adequate, important, worth being someone you know.
One day.
One day,
You’re going to be the one checking your messages to see if they’ve gone through.
You’ll wonder if there is a fault, because not...
Winter Tales – Fireworks
This year, tucked up in the middle of nowhere, Max and Matthias are seeing the New Year in quietly and without fuss. There was fresh snow overnight so the view from their window when they woke this morning was a peaceful one. A good couple of hours spent walking put their footprints in the snow, and was followed by a lazy bath accompanied with glasses of champagne. And now they’re stood at the window wrapped up in sweaters, catching the blasts of fireworks in the distance that add a little...
December 30, 2019
Winter Tales – Dreary
This must be the most dreary weather they’ve seen since arriving here. Matthias pulls a face at the mush covering much of the landscape that is part half-melted snow and part rain, and drops the net curtain back down with a huff.
“Still miserable out there?” Max calls, far less interested in the goings on beyond their window. He’s curled up in a corner of the couch with a book he’s so engrossed in, he’s barely looked up in the past hour.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Or care about,” he...
Work in progress
Hello!
I hope we’re all full of all the festive foods we let ourselves indulge in at this time of year!
Just trying a little activity here I like to call writing accountability. In which I write something here that makes my brain think it has to actually commit to the thing it’s thinking about. Silly brain…
Anyway! I have a new longer work in progress that will become a book at some point, and I thought I’d tell you a little about the characters. We have Raife, who is a geography...
December 29, 2019
Unpoetic
You are the sunshine in my life.
Blinding. Burning.
Controlling all the light in my world.
You’re a nuclear reactor about to blow
At any moment…
read the rest in Shades Of Me 
Winter Tales – Slippery
“Ooof.”
Matthias winces at the coldness already seeping into the back of his jeans from where he’s slipped, struggling to get a purchase on the ground as he tries to turn over.
“Are you okay?”
Matthias grabs the hand Max extends to him, grunting as he yanks him up.
“Told you it was slippery,” Max says as he brushes him down, squeezing his arms and checking him over for any sign of injury.
“I think so.”
“I’ll just have to kiss it all better when we get back from our walk.”
Matthias ducks...
