Marianne Lee
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I’m a Korean-Canadian girly who is in love with writing ☺️
I appreciate everyone who gives my writing a read 💙
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Uneasy
The flickering lights seemed to bounce my legs up and down. I was feeling uneasy in this room full of old magazines and a wall that seemed to have seen generations of people. There was no smell that was distinct but the queazy feeling went up to my nose and for some reason queasiness smells like the icy cold air in the morning. Everyone around me was on their phones but my mind was too busy to be looking at mine. I wore a formal outfit and I thought this kind of outfit would make me feel more confident but instead, it made me feel less than. I tried to enlarge myself in my head but it felt like trying to stretch out a rock - it was impossible. I tried deep breathing but I felt like for every anxiety I breathed out, the more anxiety I breathed in. Then someone walked in and called my name. It was now time for my job interview.
By Marianne Lee8 days ago in Writers
Eating in the dark
Deep into the night, I lit up a candle and served myself a plate of food. As I took my first bite, it tasted less vibrant which was exactly what I wanted that night. I wanted a less sensitive experience and an unsatisfied bite actually satisfied my mind. The flame from the candle rocked back and forth, side to side. It seemed to push its energy towards me every time it moved and it rocked me back and forth, side to side. I felt drunk after a while and the food tasted even more tasteless. My surroundings started to shift in motion on all directions like a Van Gogh painting. It was now time for some real wine. I want to get black out drunk tonight.
By Marianne Lee8 days ago in Writers
Lemonade
Lemonade tastes like sin. When you gulp it down, it goes down painfully. When you’re done drinking it, your tongue is focused on the acidic punch. Once you get over the citrusy taste, the lemony scent turns rancid on your breath until you cleanse yourself with some holy mouthwash.
By Marianne Lee8 days ago in Writers
Foxy
Dark hair blowing in the wind, making love with the midnight sky. High heels so high, she moves her hips in cursive and walks in capital letters. Tight black dress to show off her voluptuous line that doesn’t know how to behave. Red lipstick looks hot enough to burn the flames. Dating apps have not worked so she decided to go out in the hottest way.
By Marianne Lee8 days ago in Writers
I met you at the grocery store
As I was walking around the grocery store, my eyes met with a guy as we were passing by each other. It was intimate. His eyes first introduced himself to me and then be slid into my mental space through my pupils. Whether I liked it or not was questionable but I didn’t hate it. After I got home, he didn’t leave my eyes. He made me feel too many things at once and later on I started bawling my eyes out. As the tears came out of the inner corners of my eyes, he slipped out too. I cried more but this time they were more tears of clarity than confusion. I needed to cry long before I met him but was too numb to it all and he made me realize that in just 2 seconds
By Marianne Lee8 days ago in Writers
Winter mornings
She felt the side of her face sinking deep into her pillow as she woke up from her slumber. It was one of those rare days where she felt well rested. She rubbed the brightness from the sun off her after she opened her eyes. The winter mornings are especially harder to wake up because that means she has to cold plunge her body into the cold air while stepping out from her warm blanket. She counted to three and quickly peeled the blanket off her. She couldn’t wait to jump into the hot shower and get ready for her day. It was going to be a good day.
By Marianne Lee8 days ago in Writers
Green
The springtime makes me think of the colour green because the green stems poke their way out of the cold soil for a nice stretch before the flowers blossom. Indie music makes me think of the colour green because it reminds me of lying on the grass, being stuck in the murkiness of green between feeling gleeful as yellow and sorrowful as blue. Then there is you. You always reminded me of the colour green because you were like the growth before the beauty like the stems of the springtime and you didn’t make me cry nor happy like the way Indie music is. Green is the colour of almost and I almost loved the colour green; I almost loved you.
By Marianne Lee8 days ago in Writers
My crush
I sat down and started writing about my crush. Words seemed to float by the true essence of his presence because describing a man is not nearly as romantic as describing a woman. There are days I wish I could invent new words just so I can feel him through these writings with better precision.
By Marianne Lee8 days ago in Writers
You under the winter sun
Your hair looked like it didn’t have any tangles in them as your curls bounced from the east to the west. They were voluptuous and thick as if they were in ultra high resolution. Your skin looked cold and had a flush of pink on your cheeks and nose as if you had been sun kissed by the brightness of the icy snow. Your eyes looked as if they were full of glitter. They looked painfully condensed and sparkly perhaps from the freezing cold. Winter looks good on you but you don’t look happy during the winter.
By Marianne Lee8 days ago in Writers
