The distant sound of gentle drums drift into my dreams, I flutter into consciousness, I tear myself from the comforting darkness clinging to my skin under the sheets I'm pulled into the waking world quickly. A deafening throb of hearts beating, blood pumping, lungs filling, lashes parting, reassures me. Cold air from the night still … Continue reading Falling Rain at Dawn
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My Jar of Smoke
On my wooden table, there lies a jar of smoke. Dark grey tendrils curl and twist inside the glass. I look into my jar to reminisce and to remember- The days which have long since passed. I look into the heart of that ashen black unfurling cloud, To see my life, my loves, my fears … Continue reading My Jar of Smoke
The Bird
A bird is in her cage with shining new silver bars, At first she sang as she had not realised that she had been trapped, A prisoner of her vows. Now she has no voice, no house, no choice. Her strong wings have been clipped- And her wild ways tamed. Her once bright eyes now … Continue reading The Bird
The truth
Behind each smile I am breaking, Crumbling, flailing, falling, I am crying silently as I laugh, I am alone in the crowd, There is not enough air outside . The weight is crushing - it leaves bruises on my brain, Trying to hide this all inside my head, But I can't stop it overflowing onto … Continue reading The truth
Nothing
Your acrid breath swims across my soft neck, Scratching at my swollen cheek. Your stinging words drift like dust into my closed eyes, Catching in my clumped lashes- I cannot see Your fleshy hands crawl beneath my papery skin, Whilst cold violets bloom over broken veins. Your sweaty grip breaking brittle bones, Snapping ribs and … Continue reading Nothing
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