Rigid

My bones feel rigid like I’m living with rigor mortis, depression’s equivalent of arthritis. There’s nothing the doctor can prescribe; sunshine cannot be packaged and nor can your smile so I guess I’ll just wait in my heaviness. This opaque silence where nothing can relieve the nothingness I feel whenever you leave.     © … Continue reading Rigid

The World

There was girl who held the world in her eyes. It spun on its axis and her pupils dilated as she realised how much strength she carried in her bones and the love she could bear between her hands.   © Kristiana Reed 2018

Gold

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

Here

We were star-crossed and then committed. We were children and then adults dressed in ill fitting clothes and promises. We were in love always away from home and I soon learned affection of this ilk was unsustainable because it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to love you in every other place except here. © Kristiana … Continue reading Here