Nudity
by Sam Terri
One day I realized the need for solitary moments of nudity.
, Sam Terri
That morning looked like the end of the afternoon. It felt like it was done, like it was enough. Like it was over. Final.
Yesterday was not there anymore, and tomorrow never came.
That morning was suffering by anticipation and by delay, fearing the future and anguishing the past. That morning, once it was over, it already hadn’t existed for a while.
Tranquility sometimes is so distressing.
, Ella A.
I can’t say if it was shame, or christian’s guilt.
In my most immoral way I tried to convert you; to convert the shame into randiness, the guilt into foreplay, the shameful into shameless.
But all you did was watch. You were sitting, while wishing to be on all-fours; you were tied up in invisible strings, wishing for real ones; you were covering your parts, that were trying so hard to show.
All I was able to do was give up.
, Sam Terri