A window faces a harsh blow from the rock the moment of impact, a bundle of white streaks stretch violently like sun rays in solar flare radiating outwards and in between each finger concentric loops connect suspended for a moment then in a cascading rush,…

The stormy day has come barreling towards us, I sit and whisper misgivings to your ear, We should remember this when the air is clear, And I think on your vodka drenched lips, And the heat burning between us, And I wonder where we could…

Us witches do know That the witching hour is here We must go now now

What you are offering me is lovely, smooth and rounded in all the right places. That is why it can never be. Those shiny curves make me want to chip them; to pock them – use my sharpest tools to mar and maim. Your ease…

I thought love was in the heat of the day, The story mismatched my love, I gave to you, My love, love, you’re losing me in the deep end, Where did you go? Where did we meet?

The boy, the one with the stained eyes, Drew the shutters and held me tight, The stained air of change, He ravaged me, how villainous, he was, To my heart.

A pyramid of light has fought it’s way through the muddy depths of the curtains To claim a prime location amongst the shadowy cityscape on the wall Like a Japanese advert in Tokyo Projected onto towerblocks cast from wardrobes, doors and candles It will fall…

Sometimes you need to stop and see if it’s worth it crying over something that just won’t work, why give it all your time and devotion, if in the end you are still invisible… It’s better to regroup and find yourself This road it’s pure…

Like, o.m.g. why are they creepin’ behind me? I know I’m all that and totally amazing. But these stalkers are really just crazy!   It was just one night, that gave them such delight. I can’t help it if they want my body, this perfection…

In the coldness of Winter, it is hard to see warmth. The trees look like boney fingers, starved from the vitamins they so graciously accept. The trees reach their branches as high as they can, still skimming through fog. The cold air cracks the trees…