Stood alone at the dance floor’s edge.
Exposed skin glinting wicked silver,
jewellery worn like protective armour,
bare feet firmly planted on checked tiles,
donning a defensive stance.
Read MoreStood alone at the dance floor’s edge.
Exposed skin glinting wicked silver,
jewellery worn like protective armour,
bare feet firmly planted on checked tiles,
donning a defensive stance.
Read MoreLaid bare,
next to glistening candelabras,
bound naked atop shining silver,
served on a platter.
Placed next to glinting cutlery,
and fine wine to wash her down with.
A table set for a king.
Read MoreSweet bubble bath, absorb me.
Smooth as buttermilk,
filling my senses with acrid lavender aroma.
Distorted features through shifting blue,
streaks of pale skin, rippling and dividing
as reflected tranquillity.
Tempting seeking hands to
break through the surface.
Read MoreWhen I was first told
my voice has an “international twinge”,
I felt a deep pang of sadness,
unspoken shame.
The whiplash of an unintended insult
staining my cheeks childish.
The word “outsider” hidden in the subtext,
another reminder: “you don’t belong here”.
Read MoreIt’s 4am again,
I wish my mind would rest.
My worries replayed, amplified, on repeat,
our brains remember things, you see.
Pausing and replaying my worst days,
a highlight reel of mistakes I’ve made.
Read More“Why?”
A question. A simple word.
Drawn out disbelief in the stale air, cradled by your absence.
One lingering syllable left on my tongue,
remaining denial, reaching out, grasping for you.
Read MoreDistorted through plastic walls of water, its own house of mirrors,
fast moving technicolour machinery:
an orchestra conducts Scream Symphony in C Minor.
Read MoreHissing and frothing murky depths,
lapping up her depraved turf, seeking hidden seashells.
Crashing and pounding against
dishevelled garments, bunched up to her waist.
Read MoreRoyal golden eyes, flecked with toffee,
Regal pools of honey, mixed with rich pink gin,
A devilish grin; your true nature.
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