Raising a monster

Appearing in her world heartache, bones and curls she opened up her arms to everything that harmed Nothing she could do to get through to the soul under the lies the hope behind blue eyes blinking in the light she thought somehow she might redeem that shattered mind searching desperately to find more than a…

Silk threads

Between that old world and now lies an intangible half-truth of apparent idyll in muted tones captured in soft focus so we didn’t have to let them go. Those welcome days were real Enough that I could once feel their warm shadows and hold them close. In lonely desperation, I grasp those threads of silk…

He survives

Pairs of open eyes on aging paper Familiarity smiles up but I avoid her gaze She is not my face her story is not my story These frames are stuttered and too still to be real Tarnished by the synthetic closeness that happened before Immortalised they judge when I can’t summon the courage to reach…

Clutter and memories

Why do we all want stuff? Barely anything is essential. Most of what we own just collects dust. After a while we forget about it, get bored of it, or we just need the space for something new so we chuck it out. I’m guilty of this gluttony. I want things I don’t need. If I…