Give Me Peace

by M.K. Harper

Sadly, no one has figured out how to rewrite history yet.

I tend to bite my tongue, choosing silence over the possibility of ruffling any feathers.

“That’s…” Saylor pauses, contemplating her next words as she nibbles on her bottom lip. “That’s okay. I can squash your spiders. And snakes? Never heard of ‘em. Folklore, I’m sure. As for the bugs, we’ll get a zapper, and if that doesn’t work, you can hold the hairspray while I strike the match.”

and I knew there and then, no matter what it takes, I’ll make her forgive me. I’ll fix the pieces I broke, because there won’t be a day between now and the one I die that’s spent without her. Her and I, we’re tethered for life, whether she realizes it or not.

It's fucked up how we convince ourselves that we’re better, that we’ve moved past the shit we fought so hard to overcome. I've been fine for years, but one small setback can easily reopen the wound. Unfortunately, no matter how much effort you put into healing the damaged parts, it can take decades to fully scar. Until then, the skin is fragile and a slight bump can rip the scab right off. Before you know it, it’s bleeding all over again. I want to cauterize this particular wound so that I can be done with it for fucking good.

“You can hack code like nobody’s business, but somehow you’re still so goddamn dumb,”

I forgot how easily the hours slip away when you’re lost in another world.

“I think it’s a Saylor withdrawal that’s got me all messed up. Need my sweetness, but not the candy type."

“Dude. Ever heard of knocking? This isn’t the swamp, Shrek. We have doors for a fucking reason,”

“The only bruises I’ll ever be okay with are the ones you’ll get from kneeling at my feet while I feed you my cock.”

“SOTERIA is the goddess of protection,”