#morning

#morning

Worlds collide Sheets get rucked up. It’s somehow in balance Though it may look Unorthodox.

Meh. Break Up Poems.

Meh. Break Up Poems.

1. Straight off the train and it’s hanging in the air. Scanning everywhere For a glimpse of a moment gone by. I feel his hand on my thigh. Your name in lights, literally, above the night. Your name in lights, literally, above the night. It’s that time again When we began. The air feels just … Continue reading

No Ball Games

No Ball Games

A: Wanna knock a ball around with me? B: Sure – I love tennis. A: No, I really definitely don’t want to play tennis, I’ve just finished a long tennis match, I’m kinda done with tennis for a bit and don’t have the capacity to focus on all the rules and the structure and the … Continue reading

Slow burn

Slow burn

Sat with my feet on the opposite chair Because the floor is cold In my mind. Elbows on the table And my back pressed Into the awkward angles Of the front of the Rayburn. It is only on simmer. This cough is Clearing the grief From the depths of my lungs. It is sticky and … Continue reading

Check In & Baggage Drop

Check In & Baggage Drop

As I sat rocking on the bathroom floor, unable to stand from the agonising twists in my belly, sweating and pale and vomiting from pain, I knew that all I could do was sit with myself through the intense waves and know that they would pass and I would be OK. I couldn’t move from … Continue reading

Hermit in the Hall of Mirrors: Chapter 4

Hermit in the Hall of Mirrors: Chapter 4

As the daylight danced away over the hill and deep purple night descended, something stirred and woke in the pit of her stomach. Arielle had been a skillful repressor in her time and the mechanism still moved. The trapdoor no longer sprang shut on the cellars of her self at the first movement of monsters, … Continue reading

Hermit in the Hall of Mirrors: Chapter 3

Hermit in the Hall of Mirrors: Chapter 3

A ragged bass line pumped and throbbed throughout the old farmhouse and Arielle’s bare feet slapped the warm flagstones in the afternoon sun, returning the beat. “This is love. This is me.” The mantra ran through her mind, just out of view of her thoughts. The vacant mist of wide open acceptance still hung thickly … Continue reading