every night, as some unholy, early hour, she would tiptoe through our house. tiptoe in a jacket and trainers and out the door. she would close it… Read more “sister”
Month: February 2017
broken
I can’t describe the pain of a heartbreak. I can’t describe how it feels to be told that it isn’t you, it’s just the way it is.… Read more “broken”
wake
she was taken in a wisp of silvery moon dust. she stumbled up to him once more, in the honey garden, aligned with gold roses, silver blossoms and… Read more “wake”