A dark moon rose in your face the day you told me this wasn’t your place; this wasn’t: your desire, your need, your aim and with every letter your love was tamed until all I had was a box of regretful lines, apologies and grace until all our future became a hard ugly waste. ContinueContinue reading “enmeshment”
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After the grey
When I lost my heart I thought I’d lost something weak, something breakable and meek. But finding it, to my surprise, I had a heart that was strong, loving and wise.
Mireille
Mireille works at the brothel at the end of Rue d’Amboise. She doesn’t mind what she does; it keeps her in stockings and absinthe – and paint, which is a very expensive item for a very expensive hobby for a woman such as herself, Madame always tells her. ‘But why not have expensive tastes whenContinueContinue reading “Mireille”
Gold fish
Inquisitive darting to and fro With no real place to go but this way Or that and you’re so tremendously Fat for your kind Place my finger above the bowl and watch You taste and with apparent distaste for the Morsel that it isn’t twist your Transparent chemical delicate bone a small cut Into fleshContinueContinue reading “Gold fish”
The Lamentations of Dolores Day
2. you drop hardly heavy to the naked sky but huge hole you make with nothing to show for your being but the monotony you break 5. quiet hush do not speak woman place be humble be meek quiet hush do not want woman place be servant offer cunt quiet hush do not see woman placeContinueContinue reading “The Lamentations of Dolores Day”