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
I have the backbone for war, for blood soaked skin, hair soaked in red victory. Eyes bright green, manic with the dance of songs written before my time. My stomach is knotted at the thought of what lies ahead. So many broken people, who will effectively have to lay their swords down and trust me. … More Incoming, Oh YES!
Look at me, in a way that makes me feel like you have ripped out my secrets and stored the bloody pieces in your pockets, proudly and with the intention of making them yours too. Touch me, in a way that makes me lean in, with out thinking. That makes me inhale you, like a … More Don’t Fall
It is more convoluted, than just a throbbing demand for blood. It is more labyrinthine than simply knowing that I will stand, bloody faced and victorious, heart pounding against my rib cage. A reminder that the trophy blood that drips from my hands, is not mine. It belongs to one of the demons that has … More Chasing Demons
There are seconds, sometimes long hours, where my head feels heavy. Heavy with a weighted accumulation of thoughts. Some unimportant, and some important enough to be worth avoiding. But to turn my back on one, means to stare at another, and the pressure is not unlike that of a boiling kettle. Steam burns brand those … More I’m Fine.
Turn me inside out, fill me with stones, and let me sink. deep into the dark murky below the tourists who sip on cocktails and apply sun cream. I can pretend I am a mermaid, and that you meant me no harm. I can replay the tune in my head that has been circling for … More Forget me not.
I had what can only be described as a surreal dream last night. The actual details were all accurate to a true life event. It was only the ending that changed. It had left me feeling a little highly string today. Truth, in Dream: I sat in the waiting room of a very sterile reception … More Being Diagnosed with Schizophrenia
Remembering you, is like placing my lips on a heavy bottomed whiskey glass, filled with tiny sharp shards of a broken mirror and tilting it into my mouth. Slicing my tongue, the same tongue that licked the blood from your lips when you fell into my glass desk. Tearing at my throat, with a familiar … More Let Go.
If I could peel back the skin and crack open your ribs, snap them clean off, like the brittle bones of a long dead carcass.. What would I find, behind the flesh that spared you transparency? A heart? Or a blackened and charred lump that’s smell would confirm the image your eyes gave away? The … More Lesson Learned.