I write about writing
and when I read what I wrote
I know I am right about writing
when it goes for the throat
4 thoughts on “the delicate, yet beautiful, neck of writing”
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I write about writing
and when I read what I wrote
I know I am right about writing
when it goes for the throat
Comments are closed.
How I miss the feeling, the slowly growing pressure of fingers – gentle at first, stroking me like a kitten into a state of complacency – wrapping around my throat. In that moment, that first instance of panic, I watch myself struggle, resist, but know I want to you right where you are – at my throat.
Nice, Tess.
I don’t want anyone there. I’d fight it. Hard.
elise
Priceless.
breath control…ultimate surrender … delicious little thought here