Somewhere along the line the forest had become a physical manifestation of our friendship. The love that we held for one another.
Of course at the time it was just our forest.
I remember it having distinct areas, like neighbourhoods or city blocks. We created a map once, thick card, burnt edges, like pirates parading as colonists. And as such we each had our own kingdom to rule and call our own...
A morbid fascination with autumn
of death’s season; rotting leaves, hearts broken.
With her, with lovers I came here seldom
a place of Anubis. screamed bad omen.
Bodies, bodies, atop one another
Dancing red embers, once evergreen green
fall. Aided by death’s wind, greed. Shake, shudder.
Through barren branches… the apple of Eve
Gorging itself on decomposing life
Giving way to life, not death,...
My default is perfect
That is not to say I always achieve
In fact often times it is quite murky; meek
A certain freedom then
In deliberately striving for flat
When routinely it is nothing like…
a comrade.
being biggest, best
Is quite the series of rigged, competitive jests
It assumes there are those below
And in the subsequent array of buffoons
Pitted against people like pieces
in chess
T...
My first coherent thought is that I don’t know where I am. My eyes are sludgy and slow to open, but I don’t need my vision to know I’m surrounded by darkness. I feel it like an intrinsic part of my personality, or vital organ.
Suddenly a weight sits upon my chest, a heavy pressure that makes breathing difficult. I can’t tell if it’s the physical weight, or panic that bubbles inside of me, but my...
Some of us left toys there, on our stacked cots, for the next kids. Part of me wishes Ebony is played with and cared for by another. A bigger part of me hopes there are no more kids to come through, that no one has to cradle Ebony in place of their friends, their family.
Not like I have.
Not as some of the kids were taken in the middle of the night. Not as I waited for them to come back. They ne...
I always thought art was… abstract. But this is pushing it, even as someone who works with previous mentioned, very abstract art all day. Which is a long blown out way of saying I worked at an art gallery. And sometimes my job required me to make up meaningful descriptions for random-ass artwork.
Who knew my master in art history would become a masters in bullshitting.
The artwork I had not onl...
Our love eternal
For I would take no other.
You; the gale on which,
Lifted my wings heavenwards.
Not enough. Metal beast. Splat.
Red, not pink but red
On you, on the black graveyard
On many, fallen,
friends. I cannot survive this.
everything… splat. My own… splat.
** I was struggling with the prompt so I wrote it about Galahs, which are a bird that mates for life. The get so attached to the...
‘Where the hell did you find this?!’
‘Where else?’
The figure dripped in disbelief, stunned out of speech. ‘Why so shocked Julliard if you sent me to retrieve the pomegranate in the first place?’
‘Styx. You crossed Styx.’ I shrug to complete the show, and Julliard breaks out into hysterics.
‘You must be obtuse if you think I would believe that you stole this from hades himself!’
Her hood has sl...
All throughout the country citizens look towards the darkening sky and mourn the loss of another day. The hopes, dreams and achievements of a nation sinking and disappearing along with the loss of the sun.
Parents tuck their children into bed with stories of foul creatures that lurk under their bed during the night, waiting for them to leave the relative safety of bed. As the children grow the bo...
I’ve never believed in coincidences, until I found myself with the middle of the biggest that my life would ever know. It started two weeks ago, when I believed I had superpowers.
Not weird or inane ones either, I could spend extra time finishing exams so I could surprise the roommate I complained I was gonna fail to. However she flipped the tables when she showed me a 97 she got on her musical ...
