Allura Hutchison's Page

Have you ever stopped to think about how water takes to kale?
Why puppies locked with windows cracked don't hesitate to wail?
How scanning of one product makes you responsible for its price?
What it takes to withstand sexual harassment knowing you have to play nice?
On a daily basis,
these things never fail.
I've thought all this through,
along with a million other frivolous things,
because I work retail.

TO touch you brings you no solace; to slough off the tufts of hair from your sneering face and look deep into your eyes.
I know better than to want you for myself
and to expect you
to understand
that your rejection makes me mourn.
I saw a man.

He had not felt the tender touch I press to your cheeks in
too many years.
I wondered how much more he would appreciate me.
But I could never want him the way I want you,
and
I wonder if the reason is that he is willing to accept love.

"Let us imagine that you are not me. That you are a completely separate entity. That we have never met. That you do not know my middle name or what color socks I wear or the one thing that can be done to bring tears to my eyes. Let us imagine that we have nothing in common.
Just let your mind drift and tell me what you are drifting to."

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"Alright, I see a faint light in the darkness. Orange and deep red – but being overtaken by the solemn blackness like dying embers. An ext… Continue

Sleep is elusive and disruptive when the tide crushes down and she dozes for one minute just to find the clouds are heavy- wet with black- dark and dreary- she reacts. Awakes with a startle, a hiccup, and a yawn- a murmur and a whimper then she turns to watch the clock tick away. Every moment that passes, her life goes with it and she can't bear to sleep knowing that she won't quit... she'll continue on. Can't wait 'til the light of day- coffee and cigarettes is where survival lays. In this vast… Continue

Fishnets and unrest; she came at me glossy, Seothyra henscheli, dripping toxin all the way.
Her demeanor, let me say, was timeless and graceful, rife with passion, fueled by relentless hunger.
She untangles me a bit, here and there, but escapes before the heat overtakes her.
The web I'm caught in, an hourglass with rushing sands ticking away at my life.

She bustles too and fro, thinking that her best chance at capture lies in the secret of short visits, leaving me wanting more.
However, if she… Continue