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Sometimes I feel helpless. A teaspoon teetering on the edge of madness. One wrong choice away from losing control. Sometimes I fear that I will always be lost in this maze. We call it living, I call it . . . I like the square edges of my screens. They comfort me. I take the…

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These days

I like the silence. I like full stops, at ends of sentences. I like the spaces in between revelries, where there is nothing but the sound of my heart, and the rythmic rise and fall of my Breathing. These days I'm no longer scared of being alone. I treasure it, the times where I can…

She chose to pay nothing in return for nothing, than to lose in return for gain, for sometimes loss was more keenly felt than the weight of the price she held, and sometimes what she had exchanged her heart for was not what she needed in the first place.

Virgil (2)

He's back. He looks confused. He sees me waiting at the Tree, then runs away. Again. Why? Am I more undesirable than the mountains and valleys of discarded, broken old things that make up the Grey? Is it because I look, according to the preferences of his kind, scary? But that's a given aesthetic since…

Virgil (1)

I've tried hanging myself a couple of times but this time is the most painful one yet. Confusing whether it feels nice or not, swaying in the breeze, like a piece of meat hanging in a larder. Did you know that the sensation of having your lungs collapse is far more painful than having your…

Knives

Some people like making lacerations on the parchment of flesh wrapping their souls up up in this meat-and-bone-body but my head better likes the ghost-knives that slice into the borders and buttons, quick-stitches of the cogs and wheels running madly screeching and shuddering in my madhousemind it goes onand onandonandonandonandonandon the shrieking they say mad…

Frozen

My time has stopped and this organ has ceased to beat. Suspended, it swings in a galactic breeze: a thousand voices urge me to move these frozen feet but is it right to divide body from soul? No. I'd like to stay right here in this forever of mine watching the insects scurry about in…

Unhappiness

I am lost in a place that is nowhere, a plain of short-trimmed grass rippling and spreading endlessly to the horizon where purple-black sky and earth meet in grey mist. The world is far away I feel the roughened texture of the canvas seat beneath me, my warm flesh under the cool touch of a…

Ghosts

They live in and around me, these three ghosts of mind. The room is lit by an unforgivingly white light and all, all the shades of colour are thrown into a true hue by that piercing eye. The lamp reveals three shades: Two, on those red armchairs looking away, and one, on that chair looking…

Change

I took my feet out this tepid pool, they— Held too long, gently embraced Betwixt between the cruel waves were Shrunken like a waxen doll’s I blew Breathed life back to them cold and oh Blue they were within that icy shore every press And pull these little hands pushed Colour, life back to the…