M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 31

Do you know?

I watched you in profile
Smiled because it forced back the crying
That threatened to rain truth across my face.
Do you know?

Stealing glances
Chanced you wouldn’t notice me noticing all of you,
Something I rarely allow myself to do.
Do you know?

Stored up images,
Your visage something to keep me company at night
When you’re far away from touch and out of sight.
Do you know?

© M K Lee

Monsters In The Dark

It’s cold in here.

What used to be walls and represent safety is now a grey mass of rubble that allows multiple shards of moonlight through to cast shadows on the dusty floor, offering no protection at all against the chill of the evening air, or whatever the night terrors will bring.

He squats in a curled position rocking slowly back and forth on his heels, the thumb of his left hand shriveling away in the depths of his mouth as his right hand draws the same mindless patterns over and...

Anomaly

The anomaly on the geological map wasn’t obvious when visiting the hill. It only looked like a mound halfway up, like an overzealous mole had been adding an annex to its duplex or something. But the lump of different was so out of place with the surrounding geology, that it might as well be a beacon. It was newer, perfectly welded within the rock. Yet no metamorphosis showed between – no change of composition by either heat or pressure. Though we became aware of it, and its blight on the landsca...

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 mak...

Disposable

I sit here, pristine, untouched, sandwiched between others of equal sufficiency,
Watching, ever watching as your fingers flit on by,
Swirling in mid air, through hair, tapping out a static rhythm,
Touched to lips, caressing and capturing your daily soliloquy.

A chair scrape, a coffee grind, a thousand overheard conversations.
This is the backdrop, the soundtrack to our every day,
I watch in quiet admiration as your fingers pool at your frowning temple,
As if a magician and summoning thoug...

Everyday Love

Everyday Love

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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 smil...

I Can’t Keep

I can’t keep seeking sanctum in stories that don’t exist.
I can’t keep trying to hold a hand when it’s curled in a first.
I can’t keep ignoring instincts to fire bolts of blame.
I can’t keep following the rules when I don’t know the game.

I can’t keep listening to the voices screeching in my head.
I can’t keep seeding thoughts and deeds that drive me back to bed.
I can’t keep justifying words that wound long after breath.
I can’t keep ignoring the urges whispering of death.

But if I keep hol...

Discipline

It takes discipline to go to the gym every Tuesday and Thursday, and swim maybe once or twice a week. It takes discipline to watch whatever drama is unfolding on Twitter and not comment, even if people seem to go out of their way to make his blood boil. But it takes Steven more than discipline, willpower, and resolve not to be the first to message after his dinner with Peter. And when he admits he doesn’t want to wait, tries to put it off for a few hours. It’s pointless. Steven presses the phone...

Show Your Colors

If it was possible for Jamie to run through the streets of Chicago to get home quicker, he would have given anything for it. Though a tall man with closely shaven dark hair, broad shoulders, and a face like thunder would surely attract the wrong kind of attention so he resisted the urge, working out how many minutes it would be before he’d be home. The city was too loud, the traffic too angry, and everything around him adding to his already-foul mood. And tomorrow wouldn’t be any easier. Jamie c...