The bubbles in the kettle begin to pop, and steam evaporates from the lip of my mug. You appear as a silhouette in the doorway; a phantom whose existence is always felt. To describe you any other way would be to hurt myself, because I would have to admit you frighten me. You make me … Continue reading Bitterness
He gave his kisses and secrets to me in cages. Small with black bars no tool to force or prise in sight just my own unshielded heart. And so our love was made and unmade by the challenge he set in the locks swinging from a caged I love you. I tried with kindness and … Continue reading Kisses in Cages
I’ll be honest when I said the words grown up aged thirteen I didn’t see a tub of ice cream, crying and sitting in the dark listening to the sky opening. I didn’t think I’d become a rom-com movie, the kind you see on late night TV - hopeless romantic, console me with a … Continue reading grown up
The idea of giving myself to someone has always scared me. It always meant giving up the parts of me I'd like to stay mine. And yet, with you, somehow I know you wouldn't take those parts as yours, instead you'd be the perfect caretaker; preserving me rather than losing me, curating my misery and … Continue reading Caretaker
There is a video of me aged nine with bobbed red hair one finger in the air waiting for the magician to spin a plate. I am wearing red on my head, cheeks and heart sparkles too twiddling the tassels at my neck. What I would give to step through the film encase her in … Continue reading Aged Nine
The world was muted by an encroaching darkness. A blackness peeling off the surrounding walls; tarnishing my edges, sinking into my clammy pores. No light. No life. Impaired by the depths of apparent emptiness, my fingertips met concrete. Fingertips left indelibly in this forsaken place. I continued to teeter forward, on a tightrope of fright. … Continue reading The No Cliché Zombie.
Her face wobbles, held up to a mirror of rippling water. The gilded edges glint against glistening pools of fear above her cheeks. Her face was lit, with a bouquet of roses and coral. Adorned with emerald pearls piercing the fog between them. Her hands shiver, shaking and stirring mystery which smothers. Skin … Continue reading Kerry
My knees tremble, knuckles whiten, Hands grip the side rail as the waves lift the boat higher and lower, higher and lower. A queue forms, a small shout “Jump!” It isn’t far, it isn’t too cold, Take the plunge. My knees tremble, knuckles whiten, Bent legs steady themselves as with every breath my chest rises … Continue reading Fight or Flight