Crooked Finger.

Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
I know you’ve made the effort, to fish me out and throw me aloft, you’ve been on belay for a decade, awaiting the tension on my end to let off, you typically would never bother with, hand-holding of the incompetent, you have no patience or tolerance, with things that lean…


It doesn’t rain, it pours. I live in Amanzimtoti, and although my little home flooded and there was a break in attempt while it was all going on – I feel blessed that I was not one of the many not so fortunate who don’t have more secure four walled homes, or somewhere to call … More Blessed

No Room For.

If my skin were translucent.. you  would see the demons, that chisel away at my heart, The monsters that tear at my mind, day in day out day in day out morning night morning night. You think I am strong because I am charismatic and because you have seen me fight. I am strong because … More No Room For.

She Bled Red Wine

I wrapped her, in red ribbon. I breathed against her skin, and heard her thoughts crashing against the inside of my skull, like bones clicking when stretched too far. She ached. Though I didn’t know why. Nor could I ask. Not yet. Her eyes changed colour with each mechanical snap of the lens. A flash … More She Bled Red Wine