Thursday, December 12, 2019

Stuttered My Own Name

""..there was something...something with the way he smelled, the way his lips curled up in the corners when he growled my name as he stood behind me, his hot breath against my neck..but, that wasn't the worst of it...the worst of the somethings was that stare.... the only glare to ever pierce into the depths of my soul so deep I stuttered my own name ..."" ~Erin Rose..... to be continued && published....


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Detroit based writer of poetic prose, quotes, thoughts, and sometimes, dirty things.