Yes

And so a cliche I've become, or something like a whoresome nun , and thoughts of us are wholesome none, they blaze above and slice the sun which tears to pieces one by one, my doorways that my demons shun. And memorable I try to be, before the deluge swallows me, of moaning lips both... Continue Reading →

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Hard and slow…

I'm dreaming...   I sit on a window ledge. Outside it is pouring with rain and droplets drip, drip, slide down the window pane. I am mesmerised and watch them as they race towards me, pouring with every breath I take. I'm wearing nothing but a loose, sheer night shirt; it slouches off my shoulder... Continue Reading →

Tight

I click this lock And latch the door. I draw the curtains, Want no more. Secure the windows, bolt my chains, Umbrella for the monsoon rains, Fasten clasps And turn the key Shield myself from you and me. Swallow sand to stop my breath, Blind my eyes with tiny death. Interlock my fingers thus, And... Continue Reading →

My Voyeuristic Heart

I watched her from above as she Took fists and words and screams I watched her as he called her names And tore her at the seams. I watched her as she held her child and blamed herself for this,  I watched her as with threats and words Drip drop  He took her bliss.  I... Continue Reading →

Mirror Time

Under a tree in our forest we sit, as gods with their tapestry destinies knit.  Snowing yet warm, we unravel their plan although secrets they hold, we reveal what we can. My mind keeps on racing yet yours is so calm, and your voice on  my scars is a sweet soothing balm. So much I could... Continue Reading →

Things and stuff

Tea pots often boil. Well, actually they boil if you switch on the heat, so it's not really their fault that they become scalding hot. Although their purpose is to be filled and get hit...no not hit you autocorrect monster, I meant HOT .How dare you presume to know my words before I have said... Continue Reading →

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