Sand Heart

The princess was fast asleep; the silence kept watch, the stars kissed her goodnight and the moon cuddled close looming gently in the window, cold breath caressing her cheeks, pink in slumber pale fingers closed over blankets, a soft stream of fabric tousled down her calves bundled around her feet, soft like her heart, impressionable, … Continue reading Sand Heart


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. 


She visited me tonight, pressed her hand against my heart, caught my breath in her palm and asked me if I felt, her anger, her apathy and dismay.   She visited me tonight, pulled apart each knuckle and asked me how, many times I'd held your hand, then threatened to pin loss in my sides, … Continue reading She