I looked at my parents. They acted as though I was just a block of wood in which they had to carve out to become a perfect children’s toy.

“It was your fault,” I sneered, my eyes becoming no more than the line of my eyeliner.

“It’s your fault I’m like this! I can’t function because you wanted me to become the perfect child.” A heavy huff escaped my body.

“We’ll now I am the perfect child! Are y...

The idea of boxing day has been lost through time. But with my family it remains the same. On Boxing Day we open some more presents, each one filled to the brim with sweet horrors. As we have a large family, instead of everyone rushing to give everyone their boxes, we all get given one person to give our box to. Like a Secret Santa.

This year I had to gift a box to my mother. She was a short lad...

Something wasn’t quite right. Staring right back at me was an almost perfect replica of my face. Almost perfect. When I lifted my hand, it’s copy would follow only an inch behind and with a slight hesitation that could just be noticed by a dedicated watcher. I pushed my nose towards the glass, hands held firmly on either side of the gilded frame.

“What are you?” I squinted my eyes only for them t...

Most would die

Although we had water

Rough blizzards blew each day

Gone we’re our hopes

Although we had water

Unknown to them had we survived yet

Xeric conditions would kill us all

Mortgages rise, sea levels too,

And gas prices, antitheses to bees

Raging storms, selfish droughts,

Gaping wholes fill the ground,

Although we try to save our world

Unknown to us grows this

Xeric world

Many years pa...

Apple, kiwi, lime,

They grow, rot and die.

An apple core lives on

And lime skin gives.

Ok the table, the fruit bowl stands

The children reach in with their hands;

Unable to understand

The fate of a heavy hand.

A cry calls out

From the children came a shout

Unlike the apple or lime

The kiwi does not survive.

Idk if the metaphor is shown enough here....

Hold me down

Hold me up

Chains of hate

Chains of luv.

That you can’t escape,

Like the constant course of time,

Chains will hold you

To your crime.

Or the pinky promise

You chose to take

To your lover,

Did you make.

In life you see

Chains in every snail or bee.

Chains are the strings pulling on

What you do or who to be.

[I don’t like this but hey ho.]...

I guess my heart is too leaden with what happened, so heavy that my body collapses under all its weight. Slowly my knees start to quake and my ankles quiver. The ground begins to grow, it reaches to my head; that’s when I usually black out. This time it was different. I couldn’t black out. I couldn’t get away from the curse mutating in my soul. All I could do was crumble. My head was pierced with ...

Sitting on the bench was an old man, he was hunched over but pulled his head back to gawk at the children. Beside him was a woman with a buggy. The buggy held a tiny baby boy wrapped in soft blankets.

“ So, which ones yours?” Said the woman, gesturing to the children in front of them. The man shifted his weight to stare at the woman; his cold grey eyes pierced into her in a way that caused a shive...

It was only five minutes. But sometimes five minutes can feel like five years, or five decades or five centuries. Those five minutes I’ll never forget. That is until I get Dementia, or Alzheimers, or I get in a bad car accident and hit my head and loose all my memories. We always joke about this. But then when I was standing there by the fireplace on the phone to my estranged husband I thought no...

Her arms pushed against the rough waves of the river. Every stroke of the paddle caused a shiver to course from her calloused hands to her soggy-sock-covered feet. Behind her was her pursuers, jeering at her, calling for her to exceed her plan.

(I’m not really sure where I’m going with this so I stopped early)...