The words are said with a smile, a head tilted against shoulder, a yawn. She means what she says but the truth is rather different. It's too dark, or too quiet, or maybe too hot, and she chases her sleep across pillows, delirious and desperate. I spent the night in a hotel. There are some... Continue Reading →
I think it’s like a dance. The way you feel When the car connects to the road Connects to you, That’s how it feels To hold a pen between my fingers And watch it glide across the paper. In those moments, I am the music that they dance to, ... Continue Reading →
You can always tell how much someone likes themselves by how much energy they put into avoiding their reflection. Think about dear Narcissus and how he withered away before the water, eyes entranced by the vision he saw on its surface. When she first invited me to her house, I realised the truth of it.... Continue Reading →
The roses withered, all the chocolate, gone. In the end, you only kept the first Valentines card beside my urn.
Sometimes they wake up, but sometimes they don't. There ain't much difference 'cept we got to lock the sleepers in.
If only the queen had had a vanity mirror to tell her she was fair; Snow White would never need die. People who need to affirm that they're pretty, don't want the truth, just a lie.
The curtains are still open, the dark pouring in. On the ceiling, the Christmas decorations glimmer, turning with a gentle breeze that cannot be seen. It's quiet. The news reporter drones on, more thievery and injuries and nameless bodies found, another family in mourning. Still, it's quiet. My sister sniffles once, or twice, dabbing at... Continue Reading →
Tonight, I saw my life flash before my eyes - And yes, I am pretty sure it was not just the fairy lights slipping from my branches - But, yes, I would like you to hang them back up thank you very much. Look, we need to talk about your cat, you knew this was... Continue Reading →
You think words can't hurt but you've never felt their sting - Learn to take a joke, Shannon they slither up my skin, or down my throat, or sit on my chest like a gremlin thing. You're suppose to smile, Shannon And when I sleep, I see them plastered on my eyelids reminding me, always... Continue Reading →