Category: Poetry & prose

we all gather around the table wearing masks of decadencethat cannot hide our dilated pupils, black holes hollowthere’s trying to be good and there’s trying to win the favourof an indifferent god (which is another word for cruel) what is salvation and what is the fastest way to get there, we crycan you not hear…

My mind has been so loud lately, impatience seeping from every thought. Impatience for what, I don’t know. For something new, for the leaves to turn brown, for writing inspiration, for my hair to grow out, for life. Time seems to be moving so fast I forget I exist right now, too. This summer taught…

I’m ready for summer to be over. I’m tired of the sun rubbing me raw, skin and soul and everything in between. All is laid bare in this glaring light and I hate being forced to honesty. Summer will make you feel guilty for hiding away until you drag your sadness out of the shadows…

Do you want to see my home? Please, step through the door. Come in. Here’s the desk I haven’t been writing at – I guess that makes it the same as any other corner of my house. Sorry, I don’t know why I showed you. Here’s the long-empty bottle of gin left by a man…