M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 23

Gatekeeper

You talk about belonging.
You speak about having a voice.
Yet when you raised yours
I cowered back for its volume,
Trembling in its wake.
My hands slipped from the fence
You shut me out with,
And when the gate clanged shut
I no longer had the courage to ask.
My fingers lost their grip on cold, unyielding metal,
And the dirt pitted into my skin when I hit the ground.
I don’t…

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A Wasted Evening

It’s time to give up.

This wasn’t meant for you, anyway, not really, wasn’t something you ever dreamed you’d get to experience. And look how right you were about that; nothing has happened between you at all. Not for all those looks, those lingering fingers that have pressed into your skin in passing, nor the whisper of a thousand unspoken words, that all of the holy sonnets would have paled in comparison to, if only you could hear them said out loud.

He doesn’t want you. Or in truth, ...

Beneath

Hello! Today’s random word was visible.

The mound where the fort used to be is barely visible, overgrown with grass and moss hiding the structures built beneath. It only looks like a lump almost to the summit of a hill, a natural bump in the landscape perhaps deposited by glaciers long melted. Those who walk over it sometimes comment on the hollow feeling beneath their feet in places; how would they feel if they knew one false move might send them plummeting into a cavernous prison be...

Limitless

It’s funny really, how two broken things with no roots,
Shaky foundations, and limbs we cannot lean on
Find something in one another
That makes us belong;
In who else could we ever have a home?

So you, my everything,
You’ll have to learn to lean for a little while.
Take the time you need to be strong again,
Using me as your pillar.
And together…

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Raife and Dexter are Getting Married

Raife and Dexter Are Getting Married

Raife and Dexter are one of those couples who make lonely people reach for a bucket of ice cream and watch Bridget Jones for the hundredth time. They also just happen to be getting married, in the most perfect of venues, surrounded by their closest family and friends. Life couldn’t be better for them. They have good careers, a beautiful house, and still make heart eyes at each other because they are so ridiculously, sappily in love. Doesn’t it make ...

What Makes A Home

Four walls alone are rarely enough to make a home. A home needs love, friendship, listening. No ornament on a shelf can bring life to a room if there is no love in it. No colour stroked on to a wall adds brightness if gentle hands do not caress. No heat will bring warmth to surroundings that lack affection. And no food eaten at the table will fill, if arms do not embrace, hold close. Home is more than our possessions, grander than anything we own. Home is not the places we dwell. It is those...

Listen

Listen.
Listen to the masses.
The snide words, the cruel jokes, the unkindnesses
That you smile quietly at
Because how else should you respond?
Or maybe pretend not to notice at all.
Because if they notice you,
See how their words carve like knives skinning peaches,
How your body flinches when they pick apart
The flesh that is the sum of you…

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Everyday Love: Quotes and Imagery

Everyday Love

Nine everyday women living everyday lives, going out into the world and finding love with other women. Because sometimes, love really can be as simple as that.

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Bloom

Hello! The random word of the day is bloom.

The thing about first loves is that they stay in your thoughts, placed on some cognitive pedestal of whimsy and hope. They are rarely that special, full of acne scars, smudged college texts, or the relief of it finally happening for those so-called late bloomers. We don’t remember the mundane in between things, though can recall so easily all the moments that caused us stress. Waiting for the phone, the thrumming heartbeat of anticipating fi...

From The Road

“Am I supposed to ask what you’re wearing?”

Nothing, Aaron thinks to himself, absolutely nothing on this earth makes him grin like an idiot quite like Nicholas does. “You been doing research, Nick?”

“I understand the principles of phone sex, Aaron,” Nicholas’ voice is muffled though still manages to sound a touch indignant; Aaron hears a soft thud and pictures Nicholas kicking off his shoes, settling down on a bed he wishes he was climbing into beside him.

Nicholas has been gone for...