Tomatoes and Sugar

It held no particular beauty, but it tasted of happiness. It held a two year old girl and her mother years and years of memories it was the sun on a rainy day the preamble of a tragedy. A time machine. All in a long steel tumbler. Tomatoes and sugar, juicy and sweet, red and […]

She’s inside.

I loved her, oh I loved her

Changing

they’re going to watch me change

The Nights Tears

When I was smaller, the night was a wonderful thing. It was something of beauty, a black goddess with stars in her hair

Lovers Don’t Exist

Lover come and meet me

I’ve been dreaming you up and over

Social Searches

I couldn’t bare to face you in reality

I’d run in cold fear

Purpose

Here, the places that my lungs have breathed

The air that my tongue has tasted

Those Nights I Can’t Stand

The ache in my belly is soft but painful. I feel the absolute terrifying intensity of my aloneness.

We are not the rain

The drops dry, collected, dirtied.

We wither, love, dirty.

Writing Up A Storm

Adventures, tragedies and emotions

Brought to life by ink