She doubts

The world watched her go by, a startling red streak of hair that spun like flames in the breeze of the winter air. Many admired her, the green of her wide, doe eyes that sat between sooty lashes; the curve of her hips, her bottom and breasts; her soft, unblemished skin. But inside she crumbled … More She doubts

Half There

Reflection askew on a dirty pane Eyes lost amongst the tracks outside The familiar chugging of the train Such a normal scene, but pain resides Circling like vultures round the corpse Plucking thoughts like the decay of flesh All that is real and good in life warps In a hideous maze, in an endless mesh … More Half There

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

Empty

I climbed a great tree just to feel tall But when I reached the top I felt nothing at all I dug my hands deep into the sand But had never felt so disconnected from this land I blew a breath and watched its icy trail But had no ears to listen to my tale … More Empty

Waste

As time goes by, I can’t help but wonder why I don’t spend my hours, sniffing the flowers But instead stare at the petals, till they die.

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

Lonely

When I feel so small The little things mean so much But when even a little is too much for you to give I can feel myself fading I cease to exist.