I can hear it at midnight I’m on stage with my publishing team my family, friends I look into the crowd and say there’s someone here who isn’t on my team she may not have my last name but she is definitely part of my family Somebody who pulled me out of a rough time … Continue reading I can hear it at midnight ft. Devereaux Frazier
I'd like to tell you a story about a mermaid who swims in waters so deep you could mistake them for the midnight sky. Flecks of scales shimmer in sparkling ripples; mimicking the stars. Her eyes are blue sage and her hair changes colour depending on the direction she swims. Beneath the pale face of … Continue reading Moonlight
Goosebumps are reserved for a hot bath at midnight, when all the world's asleep and silence is dead. A ripple of prickling flesh as toe by toe she enters the water scaldingly perfect and still, the sensation of memory of all baths spent the same way, turning her skin pink in shuddering delight. … Continue reading Pink Skin
