M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 33
February 4, 2021
As Nature Indended
As Nature Intended
Presenting as an Omega at the age of fourteen, Elliot has grown up cautious, distrustful of the world around him, yet determined to live a fulfilling life in spite of that. He is successful at work, has recently moved into a new apartment, and everything in his world appears to be falling into place. Which is, of course, exactly when his body decides to rebel, forcing ideas and urges into Elliot that he has spent his life trying to deny.
Enter reluctant Alpha, O...
This Voice
Thought I had turned a corner.
I thought things would be okay.
Instead I’m face pressed to the abyss.
With no good words to say.
No way to verbalise the things
I’m hearing in my head.
If you could hear this voice too, perhaps
You’d understand why it feels better to be dead.
Being your own worst enemy
It isn’t done by choice.
If you could hear the things I hear,
You’d come to loathe this voice.
I’m forever not knowing
And I am forever wrong.
If you could hear such venom, you too
Wouldn’t know where to belon...
February 3, 2021
A Pit Stop
“Are you embarrassed by me, Grant?”
Josh’s voice is quiet; that low, growling pitch that, depending on the circumstance, either has Grant pleased he’s rarely on Josh’s bad side, or falling to his knees in reverent worship the way only he gets to worship Josh.
“What? ‘Course not,” Grant replies quickly, wondering where Josh is going with this, and also what he’s done wrong. He’s been so tense about taking Josh home to meet his family, that he’s spent the week leading up to it overthinki...
Paralysed
It isn’t fear that’s paralysed Colin, nor dreading what he can’t know. He is paralysed, not for second-guessing, nor waiting to be the punchline of a joke. It’s the certainty that settles in around his shoulders like a comforting blanket.
Jack loves him. Jack wants to be with him always. Colin can already picture the house, dogs, and garden that will one day be their home. It is so crystal clear, so vivid, that Colin imagines he’s taking a picture of it. Every detail of their life together s...
February 2, 2021
Outsider
I know that look you’re giving me.
You’ve identified me as outsider, not normal, not, ‘one of your own’.
I’d like to congratulate you on your observational skills –
Not that your methods I can condone.
You look down your poreless, flawless nose at me,
Taking in unkempt hair,
The uneven skin, the tattoos –
And then flinch under my stare.
Do you want to actually try talking to me?
Or do you prefer this unfounded from-a-distance disdain?
Will you whisper tales of your unsightly encounter today,
As...
February 1, 2021
To Be Tethered
Dale is leaving Lee behind to do what he must; this is their last moment before he goes, full of promises for his return.
“Come here.”
It’s not a hand Lee’s extending but a lifeline, or rather a tether, a reason to stay exactly where he is, dead centre of this room with its walls whispering memories and its floors echoing stories of a life lived here, that Dale won’t get to see again for a long few months.
Dale stumbles where he’s usually certain, raising his fingers unsteadily unti...
January 31, 2021
Willing
I am the witch to your witch finder,
I’m willing and ready to swing from your noose.
I know you are trouble, need no reminder,
You think me simple but I’m just obtuse.
Put me on trial now, don’t wait for Samhain,
That’s precious months away, and we’re here now.
You are the glacier, I’m the moraine,
Carried to palingenesis, like prized sow.
© M K Lee
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Tissue
His skin was tissue paper thin. Red, cracked, and weeping. Often inflamed to the touch. The only relief to be found was a thick, stodgy cream that took forever to dry, and left a chalky white stain behind.
Laundry day was an adventure; would this be the week he took against the detergent that had been just fine for months? Would his freshly clean sheets suddenly need changing because his skin decided to be outraged at the softener currently clinging to the cotton?
Oh, to have normal skin ...
