With every word that I write, I am out there, searching for myself. A prodigal, rejoicing over each lost part; found. —Prodigal.
And what if I were to give life to the words in my blood; allow them to seep from my veins, uncensored. This is how I heal. By bleeding my pain onto paper. —Bleed.
At home, Gabriel only ate the red M&M's. The other colours all terrified him. His exasperated mum wrote it off as 'just another of his autistic quirks.' He couldn't tell her that the angry lady with the piercing eyes, always ate the red ones during his ABA sessions; 'rewarding' him with the other colours when... Continue Reading →
Flora was a busybody. Nobody at the Garden Club could stand her. Nothing was ever to her standard. Frank had had enough of her griping about his fuchsias. Weeks after she disappeared, even the police were impressed with how they bloomed. 'Aye,' he said, 'new bonemeal.'.
You are not a dress size, or a number on a scale. How dare you reduce yourself to a number; quantify your very essence? You are hips, full, breasts, nurturing. A womb, lifegiving. You are arms that create a safe space for the ones who look at you with love. A heart that swells; continously... Continue Reading →
Why do you keep walking through my memories, like one who has earned the right to be there; within me. You are an uninvited exquisite tenderness. Can't you hear my heart whispering, 'Go away.'
"Right," He said, eyes roving over her with interest, "What can you bring to the marriage?" She looked at him as if he were the only man in the room; to her, he was the very oxygen she needed in order to survive, "I will love you with every fibre of my being. Until I... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, the memory of you, escapes my cells, and leaks from my eyes.