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feet under the bath

8/27/2018

The water is warm as it cocoons my skin,

I enjoy myself, my feet have never fit the length of a tub before.

Under the bath, I feel the pressure pushing me down.

And a sensational expression creeps upon my teeth.

Relaxing every muscle but my smile, I feel whole, I feel at home.

Because for once in my life, I am.

For, I have had roofs over my head.

Walls around my body.

Baths far too small for my feet to reach.

But here, I extend, and I am encased with the small current.

Feet under the bath, I am home.

[bryan-aiello]

#79 Aliya Dalrae

Because I can't count and posted ep, 80 last week on my feed, finally here is ep. 79 with urban fantasy writer Aliya Dalrae

https://bryanaiellocom.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/origin-stories-on-creativity-2379-aliya-dalrae_audio.mp3

(Correction time! I miscounted last week and posted Ep. 80 before ep. 79 =D)

Aliya is the author of the Jessica Sweet Trilogy. Her debut novel, “Sweet Vengeance,” was published in February 2016, and was honored as a Golden Quill Awards Reader’s Choice Finalist in 2017. Her second novel,…

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No need for a title.

As I drove down a vacant road tonight, listening to a song that has caught my ears a dozen times but I still can’t seem to remember the words, I drifted… … Not the car, no, but myself. I drifted. Across and in to the passenger seat, creeping up on the dashboard, inhaling the fumes, and sneaking through the cracked window. I drifted out. I drifted in to a place far away, a place with no address, I really didn’t know where I was, but, I could see it all, I think. I drifted in to the universe. I contorted in and out of the stars, they all kissed me gently, I told them I loved them, they said I would be just fine. I drifted towards insanity. I felt my bones begin to snap in to emotions, I felt my throat begin to swell, my lips were now eager, and my hands were covered in anxiousness. I drifted in to you.

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I feel like nothing,

But I was always told to make something out of nothing.

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Muscles

I hope your muscles feel me. I pray that they eat you alive. I wish that they remember the way that I slithered down your spine. With my sly smile, I’ve got fangs for you. I hope your muscles feel me. I pray that they flex just the same as they did when I made you climax. I wish that they beg the Lord himself to get me out of them and out of your skin. With my sly smile, I just like to think that you now feel the way that I had used to.

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Open window

Nothing is as easy as it seems. Life is not an open window, bedside, in your steamy house. Flushed cheeks, you'd hope he'd snag a kiss from you. But, nothing is as easy as it seems. Why do you think that your first sip of coffee burns so much? Your mind was fixated on the taste. Crawling down your throat like a ghost, Warming your insides as your tongue dances in pain. You put on some blues and your hips start to sway. But not in the rhythm of his eyes. Confused, you are not falling in love. Life is not an open window, bedside, in your steamy house I think you should sit down and breathe for a moment.