The most human I’ve felt, As I stare at myself, With tears streaming down my face. The mirror is faded, From my shower’s condensation, Though one wipe uncovers a disgrace. The writing’s on the wall. You have done it all, But, The worst is yet to come. The sensation of the guilt will manifest Into …
Veronica just stared at the ceiling these days, there was no point wondering about outside world, she would never witness it. The walls of her room were painted with an array of symbols, she didn’t understand them yet the illustrations and the tales her family held told her all she needed to know. The outside …
Many streets I have walked all seeming leading back here to this place of terror. The air is electric, fizzing with pain. If you close your eyes, you can hear the screams of the fallen carried on the wind. It whips around me, warning of what’s ahead; the tyrannical monster leaching life’s colours, stealing the children’s …
Then Rose’s best friend arrived With make-up, vibrant hair, false lashes, And tears in her eyes. ‘I was selfish, I was cruel, I was thoughtless, I am a fool. ‘That doesn’t matter anymore’ came the reply …
BETWEEN THE LINES PARIS LANDSCAPE IN BLUE He started always with blue. A solid background, his trademark colour. It is winter always in his paintings, and winter uses every shade of blue there is. The paint builds up, layer upon layer – a blue barricade – a self-contained universe carved from sky. The paint moves …
The wall is blank again. What happened to the words? The wall is blank again. Let me write some more. I do not write with a pen. No, I do not. I can hear them. Beyond the wall. They do not know that I am here. I can see them. Happy. Sad. Angry. Hungry. …
The Hairy Hand Curving, winding, undulating The road glides through the moor. A peaceful ride, Surrounded by nature, Wild, green and beautiful. Suddenly, a hand! Large and hairy, Wrestling and bustling with my own; Trying to veer me off the road, Danger imminent. Tumbling, falling downwards; Ground, sky, ground, sky, Crashing to a halt between …
My mother is one of them now. A Superior. It was the least I could’ve done after all these years. She claims she feels no different – that’s not true. She is safer now, now that the Weakness has been removed from her. We were born with the Weakness, you see. It’s not our fault …
The day was drawing nearer and nearer, so close he could almost smell the luscious lilies In the endless fields as he watches his children bound, playfully, around in the tall grass. The type of grass that would certainly force anyone to have the worst of hay fever. The magpie’s tail bouncing with every slight …
I wake up at dawn, with that ever-familiar rumbling in the pit in my stomach. Nothing can wake you up faster than perilous hunger. But today, I wake up frantically, clutching my scarlet pendant hung around my neck. I recoil from the vividness of the dream, and if I close my eyes, I can still …
