Rum in my glass, 3am carpet burn, Strangers, faces I do not know, Strangers are replacing your face, Burned into my mind, The old me I cannot find, Stripped and displayed, I'll show you the door, Walking in a daze, Feeling like a whore, Am I a whore? Strangers are my friends now, This carpet … Continue reading Carpet Burns
Tag: night
Over
I lay on my back, the smell of red wine still vivid. I cross my arms over my face as I let out the last of my tears. My heavy beating heart, the pulsing in my ears. My phone on my stomach, chat still open. I let out a laugh that only tears could create. … Continue reading Over
The Words – intoxication (poem)
Intoxication I’m a beast The thing our toxic love birthed Tell me what I am What do you want me to be? Tell me why I’m ripping at your clothes Your hands upon my neck My legs around your waist Black Satin I no longer see I’m home, I’m safe I’m no longer caged My … Continue reading The Words – intoxication (poem)
The Love Of Sex (one-night stand)
Another night another guy but every one-night stand is different… I woke up this morning to a guy stood there completely dressed in my room and obviously contemplating sneaking out and I wouldn’t blame him, the details are already fuzzy so I can’t remember if I woke up on my own or if he … Continue reading The Love Of Sex (one-night stand)
The Story – mr tease
I could hardly see, and music flooded my ears, bodies, heat, lights, the smell of sweat and dirt in the stuffy air. It was my 4th week in a row that I’d been here, and I was hooked, and best of all I was free. I was 18 and back living in my home town, … Continue reading The Story – mr tease
The Book – ghosts
Writer's block, blocking my brain, my thoughts, my creativity. You, you are the cause for that I’m sure, board of it, of you, writing about you and about our love. Stuck looking back just so I can look forward. My project is a curse, therapy I never signed up for. Easy or so I thought, … Continue reading The Book – ghosts
The Story – false memories
It has been weeks now since I last saw your face, I pushed you to the back of my mind and for the most part it worked. Today I closed my eyes and my mind created an image, a memory that has never been, in this false memory you are there in front of me … Continue reading The Story – false memories
