You’re the kind of girl who would have intimidated me at school; still could, if I wasn’t so sure of the love you hold in your hands, the arms you’ve wrapped around me during my darkest days. We began in a car park; eating fast food mid-July confessing like strangers at a bar the unhappiness … Continue reading Mid-July
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
Wish I didn't dwell where the wild things are, wasn't spellbound by their coats of matted hair and the cowardice they dispel. You say I shouldn't wallow, but I haven't been well. Dog that broke its legs chasing rabbits and cars, fell in a hole the world left ajar. Wish I was … Continue reading Dancing with Monsters – Nicholas Gagnier & Kristiana Reed
You left me a haunted house; all my windows and doors open, every curtain and bedsheet blowing in the wind. And in that moment I felt most alive knowing my empty halls screamed of me and not of you. © Kristiana Reed 2018 This was written in response to Free Verse Revolution's weekly prompt … Continue reading Empty Halls
I held my hair like a rosary and pleaded with my nightmares to be kind to me; to burn a candle of maybe whilst showing me every way a loved one could die; to keep vigil over hope whilst teaching me the way bones shatter after falling; to cradle me in cotton memories whilst reminding … Continue reading A Candle of Maybe
Sometimes I wonder which would be better: death or insomnia? Because I cannot withstand the in-between. Cold nights tumbling in and out of dreams. Dreams of dying, dreams of living, dreams of running toward a hanging moon; taking the rope from around its pale withering neck and binding my wrists to the ground. … Continue reading Hanging Moon
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
And then, she smiled and there was something strange in the way my skin trembled in the heat of her gaze, like an everlasting summer. ________________________ WP #11: happy Link your response to this prompt, below. Image credit.
Courage is for the weak, affixed to the sticking place secured by the brave. Of this I am reminded whenever you and I speak or do not speak as it seems in this puddle of purgatory, in which I’m found. Brave red hair flailing with patience failing a wedge driven between us by silence, your … Continue reading Silenced
