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Gates Of Hell
In the arms of the late afternoon,I dreamt I was another.Birdsong broke through the window,dancing with the soft light of a summer Sunday,and I was horrified,venturing so close to the sun that her face looked like the gates of Hell.
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Her Finest Hour
Nothing gold can stay, and everything good must eventually expire in my arms. That’s just how it is. I really thought this would be different. I don’t know why. I suppose I just wanted to believe. It hurts so much because my heart is breaking, and all the blood I’d ever had within me is…
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An Eye For An Eye
My name is Michelle Hither, and I am the former member of Parliament for Horton West. I have agreed to come before this committee and provide testimony on the Consciousness Migration bill and the events that followed the original trials, but to be frank, I cannot. They will kill me. You knew that when you…
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Insecure
The thoughts of someone I barely think of keep me up at night.I tell myself that, anyway.All the time,it means nothing,it matters not,it is just rabid raindrops in the background,sprinkling all around me,but never close enough to bite.I am up all night,thinking of what you think of me,my pillow, playfully persuading that it’s not so…
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A Madness
It was all so hopeful, once.You used to breathe with such ease before I broke you,bravely battling the butterflies that line your stomach,biting into booze fuelled daydreams that are doomed to be nightmares.Do you recall the moment you fell from grace?Did you see me push you?
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 