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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Strawberry ice cream
We were walking around the suburbs with a strawberry ice cream in each of our hands. He never liked strawberry flavoured things but he insisted we get the same ice cream flavour. Out of curiosity, I asked him why and this was his response: “when I eat the same ice cream as you, I get to taste what your lips taste like at this very moment.”
By Marianne Lee4 days ago in Writers
Peaceful after the break up
Getting over you was difficult but the journey was so serene. I felt every emotion out there and at times it was agonizing yet so peaceful. Like a person heavily reading a book knowing it is heart wrenching. Every word melts so smoothly, paving the way for you to slide down effortlessly while your emotions are all over the place. It was a peaceful surrender to you and to myself.
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
Let’s sing
I was playing the piano and singing when you called my name from behind. Often times, an outside voice like this would bring me to an abrupt stop to my music writing and make me feel like i’ve hit a brick wall. However, you are my music - the conversation we had was not an interruption but us singing in harmony.
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
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 Lee5 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 Lee5 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 Lee5 days ago in Writers
Foxy energy
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 Lee5 days ago in Writers
