Shenique

Joined December 2017

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Writing is my vocation. I feel so complete and so warm when I am writing, reading or even talking about my stories or poetry. Therefore I am grateful for this website.

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The Engagement
I am watching them. I am watching them as they laugh, as they eat, as they walk, as they breathe; it is I who watches them. She has a certain kind of glitter in her eyes as she speaks with him but he seems to be hiding something behind his. She is a tall, thick beauty with eyes the colour of a peach pencil crayon and gorgeous long light brown hair. Her skin is peach a sprinkled with freckles. He has short black hair styled into a pompadour and smooth light brown eyes. He’s tall and well-defined and his skin is olive and smooth save for his goatee. I taste these interesting details on the tip of my tongue as I follow them along the garden path.
By Shenique 6 years ago in Futurism
Quivering
I hear a whisper. One like the gentle brush of a feather against skin; your voice seems to caresses my mind. It's building up, up, up like the storm brewing outside. Why have you entered my psyche only to torment me in desire? My heart begins to thud, pounding like the thunder. The water: wet, wet drips down the outside frame of my windowsill. Soaking the soil, soaking my bed. Yearning...
By Shenique 6 years ago in Filthy
The Other Side of the Mirror
It’s one of those kinds of days: the wind is light, the sun is bright, and... it’s pouring rain. It’s humid and sticky and by the time I reach to Union Station I’m drenched, dripping puddles on the ground, guess who left their umbrella at home. Security guards can’t kick you out for leaving a trail of dirt and water where you walk, right? I check my watch and then I remember that it’s just for show, for me anyway. I don’t know who told me to get a 24-hour watch, at least it’s waterproof. So I take out my phone instead. The VIA Rail to Montréal leaves at 10:30 AM and it’s 10:15, it’s a good thing a bought my ticket online.
By Shenique 6 years ago in Families
A Loss of Lives and Hearts of Scorn
Sit back, relax and reminisce with me A time that was ours and misery Lest we forget our harboured ways And go back to the time that we strayed
By Shenique 6 years ago in Poets

Shenique

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The Engagement

Quivering

The Other Side of the Mirror

A Loss of Lives and Hearts of Scorn

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