With those stars in your eyes you see glamour in my dark heart, you're blinded by the glitter of night, the purple circles - sleepless nights and selfish battles.   You call me purgatory, sin wearing labels, bearing crosses from your past life. I am an escape to you, something at which to gawk and … Continue reading Monster

Bare branches

I wonder how long it will take the trees to drop their leaves, to embrace autumn and usher in the cold of changing seasons and the memories we assign to those we have lost - bare branches in the boughs. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally