A contemporary fiction writer living in the vibrant city of Berlin. Plant lover, cat mother, and newly a wife, I use poetry and short stories to explore and reflect on my experiences growing up in a heavily dysfunctional family.
A contemporary fiction writer living in the vibrant city of Berlin. Plant lover, cat mother, and newly a wife, I use poetry and short stories to explore and reflect on my experiences growing up in a heavily dysfunctional family.
from the moment
I was born
I existed for you
your words were my holy book
every phrase was my truth
I believed you when you claimed
'making you took two
but you, child, are mine
and all I need is you'
we were two souls made one
I was filled with your woes
taking on each hardship
as if it were my own
but there was only so much
of you I could take
as I suffocated on your words
I could feel mysel...
being with you is easy
like floating in a warm pool
lying on a gentle lilo
cocktail in hand
the sun kissing my skin
not a care in the world
being with you is effortless
like dozing in bed
on a sunday morning
the scent of fresh coffee
wrapped in a soft duvet
with nothing to do
being with you is comforting
like returning home
after a long day
settling onto the couch
into the warm cocoon
of the h...
"Hey, man." I slide into the booth, smiling at my best friend sitting across from me. "How's tricks?"
"Pretty decent, can't complain. I got you a beer," he replies, sliding the bottle over to me. I grab it and grin. "Cheers!" We click bottles before both taking a sip and placing them back down in front of us.
"Thanks, man."
"No worries. So, what did you want to talk to me about?" I grin sheepishl...
you think you know hardship. you, with your blonde hair and your pale blue eyes that pierce into the soul of everyone that surrounds you. you, with your soft, unblemished skin, your peachy pink lips, and your low, caressing voice. you, with your mother and father who still begin each day with a gentle kiss, whose hands could never dream of raising against one another, nevermind bunching into a fis...
The key they'd given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. I open the door tentatively, preparing myself for the usual barrage of insults to be hurled out as I crossed the threshold, finding myself strangely disappointed when none came. It's not that I'm missing the abuse, not exactly, but I do miss the person who perpetrated it. As I step into the dim hallway, stifling a ...
You open your eyes
first time, I might add
a squeal of joy comes from your lips
you look around the room
white, uncomfortable,
a bit anticlimactic
I didn't realise it would be like this
yet here we are
here you are
here we are
I don't know how to feel
ambivalent isn't right
I should be radiating with joy
punching the air
and yet all I can think is
here we are
here we are
here you are...