You uplift me. I say, I'm terrified. You listen with shimmering eyes. Listen humbly as always. We acknowledge not wanting to cause pain in the other. Your brown hand scarred with tiny pale circles of light skin, from burns, digs fingers into your scalp amongst speckled grey, beautiful-black dreadlocks. That hair. Smells of comfort, of... Continue Reading →
He wets his fingers, pinches her lit wick and extinguishes her flame when he says, 'You're not very sexual.' Her heart is lonely, harbouring the thought of the tumor in her father's lung. The sky is white, the road treacherous. She clasps a blemished crystal as though it's a compass.
Laid on her bed the breeze soft on her shoulders, she heard his voice out the window talking to a neighbour and jumped up to see him. Moonlight shone on Papa's dreadlocks. He waved. She copied. A forgotten memory caught in her chest. One from when she was four, five, six, of waiting to see... Continue Reading →
Madness. As of February, I'm going to be working minimum hours a week for minimum wage so that I can focus on my writing and spend time with Dad. He doesn't know that, yet. He's been in so much pain and I can't bear the idea of looking back at this time and wishing I... Continue Reading →
Most precious, life. I cup you in my hands and feel the pearl of you in my heart, life. In the wind that pounds my face, in the sadness of each sunset's goodbye, life. Spread through our smiles, singing, foot-tapping and laughing, oh you are good, even when your teardrops of rain beat down on... Continue Reading →
I handed in my notice at work. It's a well paid enjoyable job with flexible hours where I can wear jeans, fluffy jumpers and trainers. Except I'm not enjoying it anymore, the job spec is changing and I'm at a point where I don't feel like I'm learning anything - I love to feel like... Continue Reading →
I wake in the night, petrified. Fear surrounds, drowns from the inside, out. Your presence blinds my courage with your invisible mutation. It weakens my spirit. You are constant.
She wants to freeze time. Ask fate to be kind and grant more moments for them to just sit together. Hypothetical torture: questions of, "if in the past she'd done this" butcher her thoughts. Blame is dry sand - tangible, but impossible to hand. Tears replace faith and prayers. For now, she likes to touch... Continue Reading →
I get overwhelmed driving down the road considering how many times in my life I've driven down that damn spot, how much of my life has been wasted in my car driving over that grey tarmac. It's not really the journey. It's what it represents: all the moments of my life I've wasted on mundane... Continue Reading →
