A/n: Yea this is a series of one shots

most contain m/m or f/f but none are to explicit, but if the tables happen to turn I'll push up the rating k?

My most recent, my shortest, but I like it:

I love seeing the contempt in people's eyes, as I stroll along, with my glass full of salt and ants pouring out of my ears.
It rains as I reach for the door. I feel arms constrict around me, I'm pulled backwards until I tumble into an embrace that feels more like a prison.

Fireflies sear her eyes. They're red to the point of melting. Under her breath she announces everything is normal, she pretends I can't hear her, when we both know I can read lips.

Attention is drawn throughout a room I will never finish painting. Boxes tatter the floors and it's a little past 4.
One step. Two steps. I hear the floor groan against her weight.

She's breathing in what's left of me, that I've laced into the walls and carved into my bedroom door.
Fingers intertwine and I smell skin fogs up my bedroom window- I know she can smell it too.

As we collide the lights burn out one by one.
We writhe into something unfit to be seen. Kisses along my wrist make my knuckles pop.

I'm simply waiting for her to undo the corset of my rib cage and ascend through my lungs and take her time, nestled into the deepest corner of my organs. The one she refuses to acknowledge. The place that never cared enough for her, because of it's selfish erge to keep itself alive-then swim back through my veins and come out my mouth, leaving words I never said behind my teeth.

The ache of leaving is replaced by want to take my hands a turn them into trees. You want to break my legs and root me into the pop open a marker and tear your name into my chest. My hips. My thighs. The freckles across my chest.
I slap the hand that reaches out to meld with my own. The ring alone is too much to see.

She's grinning like a mad man, the site makes me sick in a way a can't stop. I hope I never see it again, but it's burned into the back of my skull. I swear i heard a creak in the hall, briefly under lewd-tantalizing sounds.
By the end of the night I've rethought my freshman year and you've screamed his name at least twice in the ear, once to my face, but never in my eye.

The moon kisses the sun farewell but I never hear you stir.

I refuse to acknowledge the time, or the distraught look in your eyes as a escape from my bind.
It is just as you said. There is too much of me...In this place. Because it was trapped inside of you.
Your name has fermented in my mouth and I hear you throw some glass. I hear it explode against the wall-I pop the crick in my neck.

I breath in old bed sheets and soft-brittle smells. I let my lips purse to a straight line because lips always turn to teeth in a forbidden exchange, because you're with him, and you swear that you're straight.

I turn over and pain crashed down upon me. I swear to god my ears had popped because a thought had finally reached the other side of my brain.

I was shell shocked because this was the first time I hadn't woken up alone.

My eggs are over done and I hear you start to cry, but I eat them all the same.

sobs into sniffles and then sniffles into a contemplating hum. I can almost bet who she's thinking of. 50/50 chance.
The fireflies in your eyes have turned to moths of a widower and we haven't made eye contact since. I ask whether you want a drive to him, because I don't know what to say anymore.

I hear the moths turn to bees and a banshee rip out your throat. She's spitting words like they're poison and I stare at my plate honestly scare for my life.

accusations roll out of her eyes and I finally learn what audacity means. Behind open wounds are words she can't pronounce. Explatives replace the honey and two sugars she puts in her morning coffee. Behind a million things I've done wrong she whispers good bye. As the door slams I get infatuated by the nostalgia.

I stare at the door from the person I loved first and Whisper 'goodbye back' for the last time.