Shancia Speaks: Short Stories Superb!

You had told me in a million different, voiceless ways that you did not want me, I was just never attuned. You see, love and stupidity have been known to tango and they twirl a haphazard dance. Under the blinding lights that disguised your ugliness, I got swept, wickedly lost in your embrace. The demon kind of love you made further exacerbated my falling, and all it did was made me come, like really come, breathless and hot, resembling where you came from....hell.....even convulsing at its end. And now, I have to learn not to hate you, but rather take you and shape you into lessons I must learn, I guess the whip comes first, the educating comes after. Hard I fell and made a gaping hole out of my existence while you mocked me as you moved along.  So easily too, damn it, "I should have seen it coming".....but no...none of this dangerous self-talk, instead "what should I learn?" Watching you play your game brought seething resentment. Your manipulation felt like safety...

Some animals, in their communities, fascinate me. The loyalty that is sewn in a pack, the numerous pairs of eyes that look out for each other, the formidable guard they build up like walls, are truly an astounding event to witness. I think humans can take a page off of that, but experience has taught me that not all of us can read. Weary we become on our self- centered quests, that we quickly forget the ones who once left bread on the trails for our sorrows to follow.... the ones with hugs so tight that they squeeze out all insecurity, fear, and doubt.  Now tell me, how easy it was for you to give me your coldest shoulder and pretend that my side of the story, you could not hear. Instead, you chose to honour the ones who feed you carcasses. Rotten, unbalanced tales worthy of a hyena's cackle, I now reside in the blurred fragments of your lens. But what will you do when the ones you raise so highly trample upon you with their own horse? I hope that horse bites you too! You and betra...