What’s your point of view? Where do your eyes wander to, when I look your way? Where do you see my soul in six months? And why, oh why do I care?

I tell the mirror that I don’t miss you, she laughs right in my face and I just stare blankly at my cackling reflection, because I suppose I do deserve it. Your presence leaves the strangest shadows all over the place, on my soul, all across my bones, and I plead with the hours to…

She asked me how I felt about living in a cottage,and caught the glare of horror I returned, before I realised that she was attempting to be romantic,and replaced it with a nondescript nod, that meant nothing at all. It was her turn to glare,glacial and glowering,as if it was a crime for me to…

I always spelled out my secrets, but in a language nobody could read. Have I always been so devious? Why, yes, of course, but that’s half the fun of someone like me. Destruction in a delicious package, I taste like the sweetest kind of treachery, never fulfilling all the debts that belong to me. Daughter…