creative-writing – Mind The Mess On Mondays

July 1, 2017July 1, 2017 brittfasano creative, Poetry

I hate the sound of my voice

I hate the sound of my voice. Those inaudible contractions, anchored in the wet depth The fracture of bone.

June 2, 2014December 15, 2021 brittfasano creative, Short Stories

With every second that passed, my fists clenched so hard that the blood drained from my knuckles, leaving a white fleshy mess. My throat tightened as I remembered that message left longingly on his IKEA-supported desktop.

Betrayal

Again, I turn the word in my hands,its edges worn, yet sharp.To be all but a tray—an offering, a vessel,laid bare at the feastwhere no invitation waits.