Your eyes are split between my own and the pages, turning, whirled by the wind. Our dreams are lost in a flurry, but no words are spoken, and no tears are shed. We read, and read, until reality can’t find us, and as night falls, you hold me to your heart, like I belong to…

It feels like yesterday, but it is a lifetime ago. I grew, with the fresh, green leaves, mothered by the sun as the days dragged on. I kept my pain in a parcel beneath my bed, hearing her howl when we were alone, until her screams became the song that sent me to sleep. I…

I’ve been thirsty since I stepped into the bar, bare, between the sheets, I hunger, longing, the “hello”, so far away, and “goodbye”, an unwelcome omen, soon to come, but so insignificant in the moment. I speak in spells, spreading my wings like the wicked thing that I am, weaving the world into the shadows,…

I watched my stories as the sun rose. Cigarette by the back door as the dark night is banished, biting what was left of my nails; and their chipped polish, waiting for the day to begin, and more importantly, for it to end. My time hasn’t come yet, but time comes after me all the…

Our eyes met across the tarted up towel display, and my stomach was a lepidopterarium. Loudly, the silence sang as we stood, oceans and perfumes apart, lost, but found again, in the middle of John Lewis. What should I say? Should I even say? Can I even stay? Questions. Questions. Questions. No answers, no purchases…