M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 110
October 19, 2019
Stay
The dent of the mattress, the rustling of sheets. These aren’t the things that wake him, nor the cool air blasting in from the window creaked open in the middle of the night. It’s the wrapping of arms around his waist from behind, the sigh of home that’s breathed into his neck, and the soft kiss to the back of his ear, with the mumble of, I didn’t mean to wake you.
“Ross,” Adam says as he stretches against him, curling into his heat.
A hand squeezes firmer around his waist, then presses flat against his stomac...
October 18, 2019
Mauerbauertraurigkeit
The word need is a scary one. For me too.
To hear, to know, to think, to say.
It’s one I’d never willingly force on you,
No matter how much I need you to stay.
But when it gets dark, and the storm comes in,
And the umbrella I hold is broken and torn,
I never know quite when the thunder begins
If I want to be near you, or alone to mourn.
On mourning days, all I can be is alone,
Even though these days are full of nothing but hate.
I need solace and silence,...
October 16, 2019
Haiku Experiment
The sun shines brightly
Blinding the flamenco dance-
This is not my place.
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Sehnsucht, Baltic Sea
Saudade, pleasure in fear-
Anchor and shackle.
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Jeremy sang loud
A big wave washed him away-
Harbouring escape
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Winds in the East howl,
Sun shines brightly on the west –
The globe is turning…
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Le...
October 15, 2019
Coming Home
Debra had learned to hold on to her emotions. Keep them so tight to her chest that they festered there, sending cruel words spitting out her mouth that she could use to safely mask what she was really feeling.
Emily felt nothing but sadness every time she saw Debra reining her feelings in. She watched, helpless as Debra’s walls flew up and her words flew out, channelling the only emotion Debra allowed herself to feel, which wasn’t even an emotion at all: ‘doing the right thing’, because in a...
October 14, 2019
Doesn’t Have To Be
There doesn’t have to be touch for it to be an affair.
There doesn’t have to be disappearance for you no longer to be there.
There don’t have to be words to feel the weight of all you’ve said.
There don’t have to be answers to the riddles in my head.
There doesn’t have to be anything.
It was just a comfort knowing
That even this small… something
Was indeed a real… thing.
But it wasn’t.
It isn’t.
And never will it be.
There doesn’t have to be goodbye for you to be free of me.
You always were.
October 13, 2019
Tainted By Our Choices
Tainted by our choices is a contemporary romance that has flashbacks, sex, environmental awareness, and a slight fixation on dessert. Potentially all at the same time.
Meet Jack. A successful environmental officer working within an industry that is so very far from his childhood dream of saving the planet, that he no longer recognizes himself. How he’s found himself in Houston, Texas, where he has no one, and nothing but his work for company, he tells himself repeatedly he doesn’t know. But when the plac...
October 12, 2019
I Hate The Way
I hate the way you smugly look at me,
Knowing exactly what is on my afflicted mind.
I hate the way you flaunt your days and celebrate your wins,
Smiling sweetly as if simple, serenely benign.
I hate the way you’re forever treating him
Like a shiny possession, simpering propper-upper or stupid pet.
I hate the way he’s always on your leash,
That he’s tied to you, in more ways than one, and yet
He’s still there. Still smiling, still holding on,
Living an existence I don’t want to be true.
See wh...
October 11, 2019
From Across The Hall
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Ruben’s late for work again.
He charges through the rotating doors at the main entrance of the shopping centre willing them to spin faster, and in doing so commits the ultimate sin of touching the door, bringing the entire thing to a juddering stop. He jolts against the door with a huff at the unexpected stop of motion, smearing up the glass with a hot blast of breath, and hears a disgruntled grumble from all around saying others are doing the same.
A security guard gives him the eyebrow tha...
October 10, 2019
Pelastajani
I get what you said yesterday about not wanting to be saved.
It seems so purposeless.
Where’s the sense of being rescued when there’s nowhere to recover?
No more than a ‘there, there, it’s okay?‘
Of course.
They, who argue that you are needed, vital in this world
Would screech in indignance at your nerve
To want to walk away from this.
So tell me this.
When did They stop listening?
When did Their words rattle so empty
That it left You feeling hollow?
Maybe this isn’t the place for sorrow
But...
October 8, 2019
Written
I’m not writing for you.
Not finding the metaphors, hiding the meanings
For the things that you know full well to be true.
It’s as though my words you are blurring
Purposely out of focus, so you don’t have to see what I do.
And, like a nightmare recurring
I am no more than shameful taboo,
Or that I’m forever scheming,
Dreaming ways I can outdo
My latest mistakes. You
Are always so amused by them. Deferring
Feelings and moments until they all become untrue.
And so, you win. One day you’ll wake...
