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she carried flowers of white

he carried laces of rose

five years they’ve done this

fives years since goodbye

five years of ‘i miss you’ and ‘wish you were here’

she wore black and misery well

and he swallowed pills and tears in equal measures

except on winter days as this

by the hidden stone haven

where their sanity lies.

‘

smell of white powder

deep red that doesn’t repel

delicate flowers frozen for an eternity

a child’s dream in the still water

a virgin whore’s cynicism

her eyes were lit by a memory

candles of a secret rendezvous

crumpled sheets wet with regrets and tears

light that aches and punishes

and a pounding that taunts and tantalizes.

gentle lines mar decades of decadence

dried skin breaks under the insistent fang

the deep red is surprising,

untouched by age and time

it glows as it did in the child’s eye

her sacrifice and vice concealed with a brush of light

the night’s dead but the day’s till young.

and till then, the child is gone.

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hit my head again and again

bleeding till i couldn’t see a thing

a red haze and a thump thump thump

withered and battered and shivered

threw up in front of those bastards

red and yellow

curled into a ball and welcomed the darkness.

tell me your story

“A need to tell and hear stories is essential to the species Homo sapiens–second in necessity apparently after nourishment and before love and shelter. Millions survive without love or home, almost none in silence; the opposite of silence leads quickly to narrative, and the sound of story is the dominant sound of our lives, from the small accounts of our day’s events to the vast incommunicable constructs of psychopaths.” –Reynolds Price

they sound so fake

even to my ears.

i’m just finding it hard to believe that there’s you and there’s me and that’s that. whatever happened to those pauses in time, when there was no memory or rhyme?

I’ve missed your words, though I’ve had none of my own.

Kitchen disasters

You would think that a hybrid of Spanish Omelette and the Thai Omelette Roll would be a success.

It’s not.

Lesson learnt: Eggs + Sprouts = EPIC FAIL