Here we are

Here we are (7th May 2008, 11.16pm) Here we are You and me Holding a lie In between

Plaster

I would rather the plaster, beige and wrinkled at the corners were ripped, clinging onto my sparse hairs as it may do, than sit, festering over the wound. I would prefer the latter,

Imagination strayed

Imagination strayed (7th May 2008, 4.15pm) Imagination drifted, strayed into something too like real, Unintentional, like a newborn idiot learning how to feel,
Cherry

The Hero

There I was, with the bitter taste of sand violently blowing in my face. The taste was vile. I saw sand as far as the eye could see but on the horizon there was a lonely tree standing by itself.
Cherry

Cruel North Wind

longing and loss

Imagination?

Candy Bites - short short ones
Cherry

Baby Bummers

Pop will eat itself... but it will be sick afterwards.

Baroque

a misshapen pearl... imagine that

Just Cry, Mama

It was just awful. "Just cry, Mama. Go ahead..."

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