Caramel (an excerpt)

His eyes are like pools of liquid caramel pouring over my body as if I were a delicious treat. Seeking and finding even the smallest of my lagoons, they cover me With their syrupy, sweet warmth.  



As you lie next to me, your snores resonating through the room, I stare, not seeing, at the television and its epileptic flickering of light and dark. An incessant cacophany of jingles and theme songs, punctuated by the in and out rhythm of life and death that is your breath, serenades my soul and numbs … Continue reading Slumber