Marian Toews
Bio
My life has been traumatic and strange, for the most part, but at least it's provided me with an endless amount of incredibly varied writing material.
Stories (3/0)
Do You Love Me Like This?
Do You Love Me Like This? The gazelle had a dream. Sometimes in the afternoon when the sun was hottest, this dream became so real for her she stood quite still for hours, lost in imagination. She learned to pose a certain way, lifting her delicate face, extending her hind legs to show the graceful curve. Always mindful of dark eyes watching her, she pretended to be unaware.
By Marian Toews6 years ago in Filthy
Mother Earth
MOTHER EARTH Her body fits snuggly in the tub. Heavy legs emerge from calm waters, angling up to rest on the edge, varicose veins map blue highways beneath pasty white skin. Her ankles are slim, she has always been proud of them, but their slimness makes a mockery of the rest of her. She wonders idly if they resent the task of carrying her weight. As she lifts each leg to run a washcloth over her ankles, her eyes wander up to her knee. Shapeless, her leg stretches out and the knee disappears beneath folds of fat. She admires her ankles again.
By Marian Toews6 years ago in Futurism