HEARTTHROB SERIES
by Amanda Deo
HEATHCLIFF
Too tall for the lipstick. A kiss through an IV. And when you come back, you work minimum wage and have water cooler sex and your face is no more than archives.
Swallowing her and hiccups and starvation.
DARCY
Hold your breath in facts. Your neck folds in the shape of generosity. You like the bones with the meat intact. Tits with a halo. We make the best of gallery paintings and sinking texts and you aren't and are.
BUTLER
Backwards and down. I blew the horn and nobody gathered and nobody kneeled. Sometimes I wear pants that I don't even own and I take a guy by the collar and brush him up against the wall and say it's fine. It's cool. You're my favourite number 10. You You You.
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Author's Note
Who would be your heartthrob? A modern twist on some of the classic leading male characters in literature.
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Enjoyed this. Good form.
"Backwards and down. I blew the horn and nobody gathered and nobody kneeled."
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Thanks Sam. It feels good to be writing again!
very nice. well-executed. like a van persie volley...*
haha Thanks James! No one does it quite like RVP!