Open road

I was in the winter of my life when I started to look for people who can take care of me. In the beggining in was tough, I felt the whispers behind my back wherever I went. I tried to recover from inner bruises step by step and I succeeded in time. Streets were alone, with me by their side. Cars stopped and I smiled. No one asked about my story, no one tried to give me advises and it felt right. I didn’t look back at my past and I never pause on my way. Everything seemed perfectly fine and I was warm for the first time. I discovered my happiness nearly to a bunch of strangers so I kept to walk on my road.
I don’t need to be in a sticky situation. I don’t need boys who wear an appearance of men. My lovers keep my heart warm and my enthusiasm can be seen in my eyes. Freedom is when I meet the open road and when the unsafe place become the only one who protects me. I’m in love with fantasies. I sing a lullaby every night and I pray for new adventures. I dance under the stars and I scream with an attitude. I’m the baby of my soul partners. I’m Lolita.
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Inspired by a Lana Del Rey song, „Ride”.

Reclame

Sickness

The pain travels her entire body. A feeling of suffocation overwhelms her and tests the breathing she has. Drops of sweat flow on the forehead and meet a frowning face. The scream is so loud that every neighbor hears her despair. It’s 2 a.m. and insomnia killed the sleep many months ago. The suffering affects every living part of her. It locks her mind in a mental hospital and creats a fence between reality and her problematic world. The sickness of her body advances from inside and makes the beautiful skin she conserved become a whiter color. Big dreams dissapeared in time and monotony has settled. She can’t connect with anyone and doesn’t want to. Cruel moment of life.

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Short story created by my inspiration. Can you relate with it? Or maybe you imagined a person you know and is struggling with this state? What do you think the character is facing?

Predator

Upstairs is my predator
Hidden in a dark closet
Ready with a knife in his left hand
He doesn’t have many teeth
but a lot of scars on his face
Bushy eyebrows frowning
He’s taller than me, fattier
The smell from his mouth
can kill the flies around him
Oily hands because of his
unwashed, messy hair
Dressed with a torn T-shirt
Black under his nails
He wears no shorts
Dirty, old, shameless man

He used crack for five years
He cooked the white powder
Was an addict with a home
He discovered heroin
Firstly smoked it
But he enjoyed it too much
So he wanted that warm
to be faster in his body
Pull on the nose isn’t nice
He got bored so quickly and
tried the syringe
Now, he is still an addict
The difference: homeless

He seems so desperate
Needs money for his friend
His only friend.
Stalks people on the street
Watches their homes and habits
Likes the families with one child
It’s easy to take money from him
But he can’t be recognized
and kills the child with a knife

He is in my neighborhood today
and in yours tomorrow
Be prepared after my funeral
Because I know my fate
And I’ll try to take a picture of him
Sending to you online
With the price of my life
He entered my room through window
A couple minutes ago
I know everything about him
And he knows everything about me
Maybe about you too
Goodbye, take care!