Caretaker

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

Aged Nine

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

Kerry

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