Trinity Writes
Trying to improve my writing so encouragement and feedback is greatly appreciated.
Trinity Writes
Trying to improve my writing so encouragement and feedback is greatly appreciated.
Trying to improve my writing so encouragement and feedback is greatly appreciated.
Trying to improve my writing so encouragement and feedback is greatly appreciated.
I think of you often, in times of great happiness or deep regret. I long to share these moments with you, wrapped in the security I know only you will give me. I wish I could say I knew you, but instead I’ll write this letter to you. Adressed as this; my love and my life.
To the movies I see, wondering if any are your favourite The life I’ve lived seems to be standing so tall, Or the books ive yet to read that you adore But I know, in about three years time, I’ll be sharing it all.
I know you see a vision splendid, of the skylines light extended and at night the wondrous glory of ever lasting stars. I know I see them too, and they connect us through the years that separate us and our due-to-be forming scars.
Most of all, I wonder if you ever think about me and the woman I shall be. Pass glistening windows stacked with clothes and wonder will I wear them? Pass by flowers and consider if I’ll love them, listen to bands and wonder if I’ll shove them. Maybe my robes aren’t what you’d expect, but I know you won’t condemn them.
But now I see my desk and I look to the future without the children we will have. I want to create, with and without you. So I’ll hold these dreams of grandeur, and free myself of your deep allure. Just to follow the path I create, through.
But in the nights that I can’t lay still, the dreams of our cabin give me will. I can feel your weight beside me and how your hug fits me like a glove. And I know our love infernal, it will forever remain eternal. I can’t wait to meet you, my life and my love.
I thank the sky for the simple pleasure of your hand in mine.
I thank your parents for the gift of your warmth, and the following blessing of it pressed against my cheek.
I thank the faces of lovers before you that came together to create your beauty.
I thank the bed, who allows you rest and swallows your racing mind so you may sleep.
I thank the hardships that moulded your bruising, flesh-kindness.
I thank my tears, for spilling so thick and full, that you might grasp my love for you.
I am so thankful for you.
If your hand could reach inside my heart, What would you do with it?
Feel the thick coat of warmth, Feel the pulse of love, Treasure my insides like a silkmoth. Curl right there, dove.
Move with my shy breaths, Squeeze my love nerves, Can you sense the heave of my breasts? While your eyes finger the water of my curves.
Quicker now, my heart paces. The thudding of your love awakens. You curl more and apply the right pressure. I’m undone below you, and you part me like a thresher.
Sweethearts that have finally met, gistening eyes, glimmering inside an empty room, Empty house, warmed by the sun. Her’s warmed by his sunny stare.
They’ll watch dust babies collect, Blown by collective laughs, Termites gnaw at his bone in mistake for housewood, She’ll bite carefully too.
Rots seeps where weeds follow, but conversation never falters, Her words muffled by hanging skin, He can still hear her through the groans of scrapping bone. Perfectly well.
Bunnies can jump I call it a binky They eat plenty of hay Most think it’s rather stinky
My first bunny was black, A black sort of inky She would jump and crack I know that’s shes sinking My love gone with little inkling
Bunny’s hop I still call it binky They can leap They can race They can seek They can hide They can thrive
I will try but that’s about it.
I love how you cry. Most when you make me swell
I love how you’re like me, Even more when you’re so different
I love when you dance, and when you shout over the music
I love your flushed passion, and when you inspire me to create
I love your squinting laugh, and how it makes me realise I’m less than straight.
I dont know what others want me to want But I think I know I want you in my room, On my carpet floor, With your thumb between my fingers.
You’re a new borns fist laugh A ray of the dawn A found feather A foxes tail And you are my friend, Maddy.
“Im sorry,” Sugar gritted, “Will you please shake my hand?”
“What exactly are you sorry for?” Malakhi pressed, grinning.
“For whatever I did to.. annoy you.” Sugar was sure the hells didn’t burn as hot as her cheeks were.
“Saccharine, you’ll have to be a little more specific than that.” Malakhi drawled, twisting his neck towards the agitated girl.
“Im sorry for trying to exorcise you…” Sugar’s outreached hand balled into a white fist. “Will you please shake my hand?” She pressed, tone barely sweet.
“I forgive you, dear. However silly an attempt it might’ve been. You summoned me, after all.” He curled a arm around Sugar and pinched her cheek. “Now, what was it you wanted to deal?”
Malakhi could only describe exsisting outside of Sugar’s life as hellfire, because it quite literally was.
Unless he was with Sugar, he was confiding in a hot, eternal pit. If Sugar had known this, she might’ve understood the lack of space between them and by proxy been more understanding of his ever-looming smoke. Yet that information hardly concerned their business so Malakhi kept it to himself.
With his never faltering grin, you’d asume Malakhi resided in heaven. Though his blackened hands and red moody eyes took away from any heavenly assumptions.
Though as he slipped away from the relm of humans and into the pit of the damned, the cool fresh air wasn’t the only thing he began to miss.