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Searching – Part One
Personal Log – Grace Robinson – 11th April 2027 I feel a little silly doing this, but I feel like if I don’t, it will be a waste. I’m on the voyage of a lifetime. Every day, I am seeing things that people can’t even imagine, so even if I feel silly, I need to…
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Apples
Sweet Scorpio, whispering and wandering, the shadow of your shoulders swallows me whole, and I am at the mercy of a pretty party girl. My dearest love. My dearest sickness. While the moon moves, divine and decided, we watch our wicked dreams, weaved by witchcraft. This is inevitable. I have walked this path, met and…
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Escalator
I was due another conference with my conscience, but I was swarmed, swimming in the summer’s bees and the last of my spring dreams, living in August, while April fought for my attention. My conscience, and the priest I paid to guard it had grown impatient, sighing as I locked myself away in my castle,…
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Inevitable
I was too late to stop it. I don’t know what I could have done. They were always so drawn to destruction, but I had always felt like I had to try. I had overslept, awaking to a racket, crashing back to Earth and its dreadful reality with a hard thud. I tried to close…
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Never Again
I don’t think I’ll ever walk in the woods again. They were a big selling point for the house. Woods, practically next door. Sweeping seas of nature, as far as the eye could see. They’d be great for walking the dog, taking the kids on adventures, getting away from it all after work. Not anymore.…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 