There's this deep longing inside. A trench there that was carved out with a chisel by you. With constant loss and grief and trauma there. It’s taken up residence. Anytime I think of you, a tsunami of tears well up inside my chest and the lump remains locked up in my throat for the rest …
Tulle of Flay
so spills the blood onto that shopfront wedding dress spoiling its delicate bodice, the sequins unravel the lace loosens the straps unfasten - slapping her right cheeked dreadful expression, soft tulle severed at the knee gently falling from the flaying human who pulls out her hair in clumps, pins unhinging from her scalp a veil …
Scars
don’t deny your wounds refuse those sullen tears gashes left to fester gnawing at broken limbs. Force yourself to feel tempt your inner voice feel your mother weeping convulsing in your arms set the grief of abandonment free envisage your own grandmother as she lay chocking on her own vomit, let it rise and fall …
Clouded
All those around know not, the echoing hole of obscurity the lack of ceasefire, and torrent of scars drenching my mind compelling to delve back under, frightful urges grow stronger I struggle to tie them up pegs undo the laundry sheets fall and cover me up like stains of melancholy in attempts to scrub clean …
Exasperation
strands of falling hair grasp the light of the land, skin yearning to snare colour but instead it crawls with the marks of leather belts, steel springs lodged into my spine. breathing heavily stomach churning nausea, I retch, torn apart I am a paperweight sinking without purpose. Have I said enough?
The Cave
Water slid across the surface of my skin. As I outstretched my arms delicate orbs of light formed around them like glow-worms were dancing beneath the surface. I let out a little laugh, looking back at him in amazement. Unable to stop myself, I soon broke out in a roar of laughter as I cupped …
A Chorus of Ecstasy
Five full years of unanswered questions, the instability of thought, the alter of insecurity becoming a reality, waves of mood and evenings of tormented tears, surely demise was imminent, to function and grow, the steams must be reaped- and that they were, hopes of an unbroken eternity, shattered in the face of uncertainty, the time …
Quietened Angst
It seems you are unable to respond in such a way, That deeply resinates with the endurance of anguish and pain, Be it that the meaning has been lost in the floral arrangement so desperately procured, That longs to end its life by plummeting into the darkest crevices of the heap. I shouted endlessly …
Blackberry Juice
The buzzer rang out through the silent apartment, Peering down from the balcony, I spied his form. He swam in a black leather jacket, long hair tied to his neck, Tight denim jeans clinging at his calves, a lit cigarette. His gloved hands gripped tight on the handlebars, We took to the narrow street and …
Sunday Morning
Lavender infused honey, Freshly made banana pancakes, Burnt brown at the edges, Edith, Doris or Luis sweetly serenade, Bowls of the sweetest blueberries, Two shoed, two bare- four feet, An empty bottle, La Rioja, Pickles from the jar, Browned avocado and breadcrumbs, Scruffy hair, a lace bralette, An open window, Plump reddened cheeks, Orange juice …
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