Bottled Youth

And then I felt my soul crumble… the pain worse than the shatter of my heart age takes us all the once smooth skin replaced with wrinkled lines like the creases of an old shirt thrown in the corner the places that once stood, sag the bones start to ache present turns to past and … More Bottled Youth

Free from this

Sometimes it was just too tempting to sit, huddled in her soft cotton pyjamas, a steaming cup of tea clasped between her fingertips. When she shouted like that it was the only thing Gillian could think to do. Retreat under the covers, close the curtains, turn the television up loud, block the sound. But she … More Free from this

Her Shadow

She smiles at me and whispers softly in my ear, With such a gentle touch, she pulls me close, And holds me there until there nothing else, And as we sway, her soft skin becomes coarse, And her grip becomes cold, so tightly wound, I can’t breathe. I can’t think. She’s smiling still, a look … More Her Shadow

The owl

She was there again. Sitting on the bench in her white dress. The woman who¬†only exists in the corner of my eye. But when I looked again, she had left, and perched on the top of the wooden, carved back sat a beautiful barn owl. It stood so still, a ruffle of brown golds, looking … More The owl