Porcelain

She wanted to be wanted; to be written about in a 'the world cannot end until I've kissed you' way. Not used like china, porcelain or clay; something to be shattered and shaped, slipped into the fire to bake.   © Kristiana Reed 2018   Image credit. 

The Shiny Kind

I thought of you today, as I unwrapped a slice of cheese, the processed, shiny kind. The delicate crinkle between my fingers reminded me of purple puffy jackets, pushchair adventures and waiting for the bus. Gently I rolled the glossy orange slice finger and thumb, and wondered if you regret extra time on the naughty step, … Continue reading The Shiny Kind