Reticent Mental Property

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Her experiments, passions, plans, all go hard-on for about 24 months and then she steps back, takes stock and begins again.

She moves to a new town and sets up her shop. It’s a small place, low overhead, big ROI.

Lately, she notices more grey hair each time she settles in for the haul.  She sweeps it up under her fedora and tucks it behind her ears. When she puts on that fresh line of burgundy, and sets her jaw and turns to the side,  she’s still a girl and her heart and stubborn chin jut forth to prove her worth.

She admits she has always held attraction to men of age.  The walk. The life. The share of living, the stories that feed her mind.

Yes, sometimes she’s deliberately blind and hides behind the ask:  Other lovers? Mouths to feed? Games to play?  He’ll just tell her another lie and she’ll be left wondering more than his age.

It’s a beautiful thing how she transforms each time, a metamorphosis in all its awe and grandeur. She’s grown taller in her ability to stare straight down the barrel, her legs longer than at 17,  her shoulders diminutive at first glance, but strong when he enters through the back door.

She’s got a way about her. Don’t know what it is.  But it’s sultry and beautiful and free. And that’s all she needs to feel. She’s lived years, locked away behind his pain and his needs and his worries.  Duties fulfilled,  yes, she left.


She’s been slow on the uptake but is gentle with herself.  They were both

Yes, she’d like the happily ever after.

She just needs a little bit of silence, a little bit of alone, a little bit of the after, before she can see the happy.

She spreads her arms wide, palms to the sun, her shoulder blades press to the center of her lithe and pale back. She rises on her toes, calves taut and hip to the side. The back of her hand, wrist bent, skims her own cheek, brings back the one, honest touch she lived and loved.

If she cannot feel a presence, she will create it.

And if elusive satisfaction is not present at all…because she has walked-again…then she is alone and free and has a store of touch and pride to pull from.

She reaches inside herself and pulls forth a new day.  It is beautiful.  And it is good.

And she is so alone. So stark-raving alone. She remains, claws at truth and remains in complete control.

#for Reticent Mental Property.

8 comments on “Control

  1. the muscleheaded blog
    June 26, 2014

    Ret: I love this —
    and it reminded me of another quote:
    “In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.”
    — Anais Nin


    • Reticent Mental Property
      June 27, 2014

      Dreaming shouldn’t feel so solitary when so many feel the sharp pangs of awareness…

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      • the muscleheaded blog
        June 27, 2014

        Ret: That’s a very insightful statement. One might argue that we all swim in a vast ocean of conscious and subconscious thought, and that if we’re open enough to it, we can share it.


  2. dievca
    June 27, 2014

    Fantastic. It’s the contrast and the showing vs. hiding that get some people through the day. I felt her day, her life and what she gently ignores.

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  3. thruthemist
    June 27, 2014

    I love this too. So much truth in your words, like dievca I felt her. I loved this “She’s grown taller in her ability to stare straight down the barrel” especially….sent a chill down my spine.


  4. Reticent Mental Property
    June 27, 2014

    Truth is root of good living. The challenge is to recognize it.


  5. JunkChuck
    March 18, 2015

    “If she cannot feel a presence, she will create it.”


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