October 16, 2013 § Leave a comment

I saw them.

They didn’t see me but, I saw them. I saw them in all their glory.

My stomach dropped to the ground like a body thrown from a moving car. I wanted to rip out my hair, all in one big tug, and then I wanted to rip out all of their hair. And their skin, and eyes.

I couldn’t look away.

It was as if I thought if I kept looking at them, staring, on the corner of the street, that the picture would change and everything would suddenly click back to normal. They would mould into different people and I wouldn’t have a voice screaming inside my head, pumping boiling blood to my ears.

But the picture never changed. It was them, I could see them. And I would never un-see them.



Swept away

October 15, 2013 § 2 Comments

Hold your breath

because this is just a wave

and you are coming back in with the tide.



October 14, 2013 § Leave a comment

Your fat hand


the layer cake

of shirts

I baked

with buttery hours

of lost time


Your wet eyes


at me


as you pop

my speech bubble

with a darling



I hold your hair back

while you get sick

all over my cash register,

then swish away

in a breeze

of shiny new things


leaving me here

to wonder

what is the price

of selling

an empty hanger

to a woman

who inserts it

into her shoulder blades

and hangs herself up


a dead weight



slowly becoming a fur coat.



October 9, 2013 § 2 Comments

His name is Tony and we are best friends, aren’t we? Yes we are. We go everywhere together.

If I leave the room, Tony comes with me. He follows behind me all the time. When we cross the road we hold hands and I help him cause he is scared of cars. I get scared of things too, so he helps me with that.

Like when all the shadows come at night and I think they are all shaped like knives and are going to cut my throat. Tony tells me not to worry because they are just the reflections of cars on the road coming through my curtains.

And whenever I run away Tony makes sure that I pack sandwiches and bring a blanket so I don’t get too cold out there.


In like

October 8, 2013 § Leave a comment

You hopped over the wall I built

to keep everyone out

when I thought battle was all there would ever be.


I didn’t know you were there


with a ladder and patience,

the two things I am defenceless against.



September 20, 2013 § 1 Comment

I am three black bags

and a blank page

where my new map

will go.



September 19, 2013 § Leave a comment

This is a reply to the message you didn’t leave

the message I wasn’t waiting for

the message I didn’t expect


I understand,

but I am lying.