HEAT

📸Unique

I have nothing summery to wear or nothing that would be deemed summer-ish!

So, I found an old pair of shorts and an even older vest top. I changed into this ensemble after my shower and strolled around my home, feeling like a super-star!

No, it’s true, I have no bra on.

It’s too hot!

Who wants to wrap their breasts into a bra, a burgundy bra, a burgundy lace bra? ‘Not I’ said Unique.

Said me. Said I.

Picture this:

I’m sprawled out on my Livingroom rug, windows wide open and enjoying a mild cool breeze flowing down and over my body. I remained on my back for a moment and this moment was like 45 minutes long.

     My breasts are free and breathing deeply. What? You never knew that breasts could breathe? Haha, I’m referencing my deep inhales and exhales.

I’m speaking about airflow.

Laying here I’m undisturbed, my phone is on flight mode and at the bottom of a bedroom drawer. You know, the drawer filled with panties I only wear when menstruating. Yeah, I don’t mind telling you about it – all my panties are clean and hold the sweet aroma of cherry blossom.

After 45 minutes I get up and head into the kitchen. Grab a bottle of water, open it and add a few drops of lemon juice. I take a deep gulp and feel renewed.

My home is hot, but not all rooms the coolest is the bathroom. But what writer do you know spends the day in their bathroom, writing? But it’s so cool, so I sat in there for 8 minutes at a time.

It would never be considered as strange, as no one need know – until you.

Right now, I’m writing about my day and about the heat that rose through my heart into my veins and through to my keyboard. I’m not the best writer in the world, my mistakes in writing are glaringly obvious – I’m not hiding from you. I’m proud of who I am and how my life is evolving!

My creative nature contains no restrictions. Sometimes I write from my heart, other times I write from my mind, today I write from my body – I write from my breasts.

Suck on that for a moment, I’m still melting…

A Gradual Ease

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No socialising, no socialising. I forbid you to fucking socialise.

2 Metres, 2 metres no more than 2 metres.

1 metre and 2 bubbles! Oooh, pub crawls from July 4th. The rest of your educational year is still prohibited.

STAY ALERT – CONTROL THE VIRUS – SAVE LIVES

RIP, ‘Thankfully, only a few hundred people have died since last week.’

‘Remember, to wash your hands!’

The Scoop

Was non-existent.

I #thetea and received a plethora of correspondence.

I told them you don’t change your underwear daily. That you wait until you’re on your period.

One Twitter user said he had sick in his mouth because he had masturbated over your images the night before.

I find it fascinating how online, everyone shares anything.

Bite Me

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I sleep and I sleep and my periods of sleep are often deep.

I wiggle and I turn and above my quilt, I look like a giant worm.

I groan and I grunt and I roll but I do not spin.

I flip back my covers and smack my leg, as I swear I’ve been bitten!

Some nights are hot.

Some mornings are cold.

I whirl around inside my mind as reality unfolds.

I jump up and hit the light, scanning the sheets I had jumped off.

I can’t see anything – maybe I’m crazy? Maybe I’m still asleep?

Sometimes I sweat, other times I mumble.

‘Fuck this fucking shit! Fucking old mattress, I hate it!.’

I once stripped the bed and put everything into a hot wash.

I covered my mattress in baking-soda, as the man on YouTube said to do that.

I left it for hours…I vacuumed up most of the grains of white.

I covered my mattress with a full cover – one that seals it in tight.

I dripped mint oil all over, as the woman on YouTube said it works wonders.

I slipped into bed and for a moment, I slept peacefully.

SMACK!

I slapped my calves, jumped out of bed, hit the lights, grabbed the torch and went close with my eyes.

I saw nothing.

Escape into Nothing

‘Hey, where are you going?’

‘To someplace you’re not.’

‘May I join you?’

‘No! As your smell will make me…’

‘What?’

‘Well, you smell like dead fishes.’

‘But don’t people eat dead fishes?’

                ‘I only buy organic!’

‘So you buy live fishes?’

                ‘I buy what looks nice when I visit the supermarket.’

‘Right, a plethora of dead animals on shelves that smell. I understand.’

                ‘Don’t be so rude!’

‘I’m simply stating facts. You buy, fry and eat dead, organic fishes and that is that!’

                ‘Well, at least it’s not the cheap stuff that I bet you buy.’

‘Actually, I was the salmon you eat twenty years ago, now reincarnated into this barbaric life.’

I Saw Blue

From the files of Unique

I saw blue

Inhale and ask, I’ll hear and maybe listen.

Exhale and step back…I’m hurting.

I try to save myself, but I see my veins turning blue. My favourite hue so I don’t stop it.

Say my name!

Save me!

Do I need you?

Uncertainty pushes stagnation deeper and I plunge into darkness.

I need someone to help me up.

I need an anecdote. Something amusing.

I’ve already tried forgiveness.

I tried believing.

 Inhale and maybe I’ll hear your voice.

Exhale, step back…I’m crying.

You’re acting kinda shady!

What’s my name?

I’m not a temporary thing.

I’m not your option.

I’m not a fuckin time stamp!

I’m not your second or third.

I’m not your escape.

I’m not your therapist.

Equally, I’m not your bitch!

Oo blue oozes out of my purpose. I find it hard to cry because I’ve done that many times before and nothing changes.

Who am I?

You like to fuck with my conscience. That’s why I’m in this position.

You act like I don’t exist.

You act like I don’t exist.

You act like I don’t exist.

Today is not a year ago!

FUCK YOU!

Why am I here?

Why did you drag me here?

Why didn’t you leave me there?

Blue bleeds through the air I breathe.

I often drown into memories of your eyes.

I saw blue…

Dream Girl

You have long hair, it’s braided.

Your lips are smoothed in red.

Your hair is sweet with coconut and honey aromas.

Your eyes are brown – I love your eyes.

Your eyelashes are curled and I know that’s all-natural.

Your lips taste like cherries.

You sound like an angel from the garden of Bliss.

Your skin is soft and I know you use coconut oil to moisturise your body.

Your body is beautiful.

Your mind is unique.

My dream girl…