OAK II

Overwhelming sadness Those coiled whispers softly woven Promises unending Torn away Savaged Slipped away as dust to the weeds.

SHIVER

It starts with a hand at the nape of your neck. That hand rests there for a while, perhaps letting a thumb gently move over the curve, just enough to

iv

Remember how my Heartbeat was the Muse to your skin Before you tore Through us and Left us for dead How I went Supernova and Scorched you so You were

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I remember whenThe hair on your skinWas the shiverOver the nape of my neckUntil I tore it awayAnd let it bleed outSo your rotten coreFell openAnd everyone saw you.

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A dull t h u d against the wallFollowed byLow moansAndFrantic grapplingStruggling withHandfuls of fleshNeeding to holdEverythingAll at onceBeforeOne r i p s through the otherLeaving themTorn asunderFlaunted b l

ADDICT

I don’t know exactly how long I’ve been out here. He comes for me every night, waiting to feed from me like I imagine it does the others. It doesn’t matter where I hide, he finds me eventually. He told me we all have our own unique scent signature, he Continue Reading

NewSkin

How many of us truly notice ads for new beauty products anymore? It seems that like toothpaste, a new and improved formula using an obscure substance is released every other week, with promises to revitalise youth and reduce wrinkles etc. My boyfriend, being the lovable but slightly-obsessed-with-his-appearance-fellow that he is, Continue Reading