Fluffy pillows caress cheeks, Soft, warm blankets envelope divots, Frigid air tickles exposed skin, Eyelids hang heavy, morning light creeps in, Blurry lines, then certain objects. I do not want to get up. A cocoon, safe and familiar – Begins to shake, begins to stir. Spiny protrusions double then crack, Searing pain shoots down …
Gold flecked eyes, wild and tired – A simple word: “Quiet.” Old, dirty rags envelope hope, crying Waves pushing and shoving unrelenting, rocking Falling forward, falling back, swaying with the murky sea I want to go home. Home? Shall I climb through the sailor’s wardrobe, and see if Aslan should await me? Swollen feet pressed …
A small bird perched on a stone fence, It’s song is simple yet it sticks, like the snow Sprinkled thickly on the ground, Carried across the farm lined with stark bare trees, A gust of wind brushes against Your neck, grey skies, a pair of dark eyes. Deep blue painted and brilliant yet Blanketed …
frosted fingertips trace distance along my spine, inching through snow a paralysis in time, as I’m less inclined, grisly anchors sink ancient stones bind. mending callosotomies, mistakes were made indeed, unfolding into problems, see their skin bleed, coverups in veils, a word cannot be said, but I know what you did, I know that …
A great despair rushed through me, like a river breaks a dam, it’s how a look can pull you, your reassuring hands. The daggers that you cast, your predatory streak, wring their necks for me, bring colour to my cheeks. Trapping hearts for desire, soft exchanges, beaming light, can I tie you down? …