It’s fitting one of our most lust filled meetings (lips crushed like petals, hand along a thigh and the whistle of catching breath, and birds) took place along an unbeaten path in a forest bigger than you imagine but smaller than our love. It’s fitting because a path no one takes is how we … Continue reading This will last forever
My doorway glitters with gold, as if the sun set molten and flooded the sea and then my house to leave each surface flecked with rays and pockets of light. What I really see is your shadow shrinking but your smile still lingers in mine and your hands still hold onto mine. Everything still glistens, … Continue reading Gold
Her hands are the shadow of the little girl hidden behind adult clothes and a career. Still, she holds them palms up, waiting. Or she grapples with the ropes of a pulley system she will never master; it always ends with a make shift noose. Her hands are blistered from carrying the coals she … Continue reading Little Girl Hidden
We talked more here than at home. It was the only place I could look at you and love you timelessly. The silence, was comfortable too. No longer punctuated with betrayal and bickering about anything, from the biscuit tin to communism. I guess it’s all worthless now. It won’t lessen the distance or … Continue reading The Vale
A gloomy morning walk, 8am without sunrise and I find myself in a graveyard paying respects to strangers; thankful there is no one here I knew or loved. Those graveyards are elsewhere and lack paths to line the headstones. In some places it is overgrown and uneven - an endless reminder the dead rest beneath … Continue reading 8am without sunrise
Between three and four pm; I can watch the moon rise in and out of view. The clouds sink low and bleed into the blue. The marks on its face are silver and grey and in this precious hour I appreciate how fast the Earth turns, yet the ground feels slow. I learn in this … Continue reading Slow
We were star-crossed and then committed. We were children and then adults dressed in ill fitting clothes and promises. We were in love always away from home and I soon learned affection of this ilk was unsustainable because it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to love you in every other place except here. © Kristiana … Continue reading Here
My woe spirals like a wind chime in a hurricane and sings discordant melodies only a broken heart could call lullabies. © Kristiana Reed 2018
Too often I forget to believe the devil does not need to be a part of me. By devil, I mean the version of me who conjures dreams in which I die but never sleep. © Kristiana Reed 2018
My hands are clammy with time - I sweat the what ifs and should haves instead of tightening my loose grip on what's next. © Kristiana Reed 2018
