She loved the sound of his voice; so sluggish and soothing


Daniel says I should laugh more often even if there´s no apparent reason to do it.

I guess it´s sort of cliché to mention that guys look more handsome that way.

I never considered myself attractive until I came to this city.

Really?

Believe me, nobody digged the skinny type back in high school.

Lots of things have changed


I miss him terribly. Maybe it´s because I´m not used to living alone.

You have my company.

I appreciate it but I got used to him so badly that I can´t even sleep sometimes. And don´t give me that shit that I could always skype him because it´s definitely not the same thing.

You love him! You can´t say that.

Of course I do. It´s just that I like being discreet about it.

It´s called modesty.

Yeah, I also heard that is called introversion. They kick you around for that until your butt bleeds.

Where did you learn that word?

Therapy. Eight grade. I don´t wanna go any further over my relationships.

Alright I´m sorry. I must have pushed the wrong button but before you shut the door on that; what do you miss the most about Danny besides the sex?

His wild ideas.

This moment that I wanted for years is better than I imagined

I enter this world as a curious child afraid to be seen by the giants who are capable of pleasuring volcanos and cause to erupt vigorously. I stare and become fascinated; all of this could be mine as well but I´m afraid they´ll break my miniscule body. That is until one of them approaches me with a confident look.

The first thing he notices are my elegant black nail polish thinking this might be some kind of turn on. Meanwhile I´m quietly guzzling away trying not look like a noob.

He is younger than me, probably three of four years but seemed more experimented.

"Nice look," he said, "I didn´t know goth was still around."

I smiled, "They only come out when the world needs them."

"Oh, is this a good moment, then?"

"It is. I´m not goth; I´m just being myself."

"I´m sorry."

"That´s alright; you amuse me. Hardly anyone does that for me."

"I make you laugh?"

"At least you correctly identified what I was into when I was sixteen. How old are you?"

"You tell me first."

"I might chase you away."

"Oh, so you´re telling me you´re a geezer compared to me. Okay, I´m thirty."

I whispered into his ear, "Thirty five."

"You´re still ok, at least you got cheekbones."

"Yeah, that´s not the only thing that´s still good."

"I´m sorry, I didn´t catch your name."

"Adrian Black."




I cum in colors, lots and lots of beautiful colors. Mine is black and red.

Mine is pink.

You´re such a fag.




The past Lis, doesn´t that do a number on us?

It´s like we´re in a compteition and the winner gets to choose his suicide weapon.

You know that you´re in a codependant relationship when you´re not capable of describing how your life was before you met that person.


Why are rabbits so quiet? Because when they shriek it sounds so goddamn awful. That´s why talk with their noses.


Adrian felt a tad uncomfortable going out with Lis that Friday night.

Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn



After several attempts Lis convinced Adrian to go out for a walk. Sometimes when she saw him so absorbed into his work she thought of her own dad and it made her worry.

She wanted to corner him so badly and disarm him with her words. His lack of sincerity was getting on her nerves. He wouldn´t say why he was so sad lately. "I guess I always pick the ones who are so damn proud," she thought.

Adrian needed a very unique key to unlock his secrets, not that Lis was interested in hearing them; she was just concerned. So she took him out to walk across the High Line; a huge park in Chelsea made out of an old railroad.

That Friday night was swell to have an old fashioned conversation instead of staring at a screen like a zombie.

He kept rolling his eyes perhaps because the wind played with jet black hair. Instinctively he threw on his black hood.

"I apologize," said Adrian in a low, raspy voice, "I should have told you that when I´m involved in several projects I lose track of time."

"That´s alright," she said pulling her lavender dyed hair back, "Have you been here before?"

"Not really. This ground´s far too nice to me in fact I feel like trashing it any day now."











"How much I hated the fights."

"Over what?"

"Stuff, you know like money."

"Oh yeah, money. That´s a very insignificant thing alright."

"Even when I´m this down I can still perceive sarcasm. I just wanted to get out of that town."

"Looks like the wound is still fresh, then again it could be something you decided to block for years."

"Isn´t that what most people do?"

"You don´t run away from problems, you face them."

"What if I was powerless and weak?"

"Beg pardon?"

"You know..."

"I think you meant character. You build character to get through life."

"Funny," he sighed, "when you said that I thought of imaginary friends. Sometimes they help you overcome shit."

"Oh, did you have any?"

"Something like that. When I was like six I had a rabbit with wide red eyes. He was extremely beautiful and yet fragile. Dad didn´t like him and told me to put it away in the garage. Sometimes at night I took him out of his cage and stroke his back to calm him down."

"I can see you had pets just like everyone else."

"He felt the tension. He knew things were becoming hard in our house and would hop again and again. That was his way of getting attention. I think that´s what we had in common."

"Fragile."

"I´ve always been very shy and emotional. Daniel doesn´t get that. He says I should smile more often even when there´s no reason to do it. I don´t know where he picked up this fast food wisdom; it doesn´t help."

"You could try."

"My rabbit Scraps learned how to lift the lid on his cage. I saw him leave one day and I followed him. To this point it seems kind of ridiculous that a kid was after a white rabbit. Maybe he would take me to Wonderland to escape from my obnoxious family."

"Where did he take you then?"

"Nowhere. I lost him at the edge of the Black River. That was the first time according to me that there were some things I couldn´t fix. That should have been easy to understand."

"Do you like having everything under control?"

"I believe so. Why do you ask me that?"

"Judging by what you revealed to me about your childhood you get easily frustrated by things you can´t control like loss or death. As a consequence you assume over every other aspect of your life including your body."

Adrian rubbed his stomach gently and started to look away. I know I was upsetting him.

"And that includes self-punishment. Daniel loves you and I´m sure he´ll stand by you. It´s pointless to sabotage your relationship. I believe you´re afraid of experimenting happiness. It seems foreign."

"No it´s not!"

"Then tell me the last time you were happy?"

He sighed. "When I´m left alone in my workplace. I become more focused, I am a master of that territory. It makes me feel satisfied."

"But Adrian, that´s not happiness."

"It is to me. I feel safe there. My stomach hurts, I need to lie down now."

"Okay, get some rest and please sleep on your own bed this time. I don´t what it is that you prefer the couch."

"It´s my happy place, Lis."



Black coffee and complete utter self-destruction. That´s all I ever wanted.

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Ilustradora y diseñadora industrial y gráfica originaria de Monterrey, Nuevo León. 

  

Desde temprana edad he demostrado un enorme interés por el dibujo y la literatura teniendo como gran inspiración los mundos de fantasía como J.R.R. Tolkien y las películas de Disney. 

  

Actualmente soy dibujante independiente y he participado en diversos proyectos, concursos y en convenciones de cómics de la localidad.  

  

Mi medio principal es la promoción de mis ilustraciones a través de las redes sociales donde pueden hallar mi página de Deviantart: http://marelynmayhem.deviantart.com/ donde subo material día a día en diferentes medios tanto digital como tradicional. 

  

Siempre he optado por la simplicidad y el minimalismo como mis héroes de las tiras cómicas como Quino, Schultz y Bill Watterson. Cada día surge una nueva excusa para plasmarla en una caricatura donde domina la tinta negra y el sentido del humor que pueden captar tanto niños como adultos. 

 No hay edad para disfrutar mi trabajo pero en ella existe a flor de piel la curiosidad de una chica que cuestiona su alrededor y lo sigue reinventando a cómo dé lugar. 

  

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