My Storm

Across a tightrope I have walked, with fallen angels I have talked. A soul I had, but kept it mine, for Purer Me I built a shrine. My innocence was ripped from me, I let it happen carelessly, as piece by piece my Self was cracked, I mourned the sanity I lacked. A million Lefts... Continue Reading →

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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 →

I was…but now…

  Accustomed I am to disguising the light, to hiding from truth and from destiny's sight. Used to the comfort of being alone, in mind and in thoughts I have often found home. Cloistered  behind bolted doors , windows barred, I thrived in the darkness and hearts became hard. Forgotten of self and remembered through... Continue Reading →

Fragments of Souls on Fire

I am dreaming. I walk up stone steps, barefoot. The steps should be cold under my feet but they are warm and cradling. I wear a soft, silk nightgown, I could be naked for the extent to which it covers my skin. Curves are apparent, mounds heave with anticipation and  delight. Warmth fills me. I... Continue Reading →

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