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My stories

Cherry

This pale picture that was our house

Rain-washed, paint-brushed so many times crimson ivy bloom through the creases in autumn. Tough winds of winter storms lashing its pebble-dashed spiderweb-embroidered face but then again copper-seared lustre
Cherry

Out of Body

I sleep as the Egyptians died, my hands abreast and folded in a way a mummy might have guessed her soul to leave for afterlife. But I don't travel far, as life still holds me back. The thread a-stretch I rise

Venom

She touched her swollen face, dabbed it with make up. Applied lip gloss. Her lover left no answer on the phone. He did his best by leaving her alone with lint, mercurochrome. No sad apologies or a bouquet. Her face

Cloud chase

I am plunged , head on, into the void until only a wisp of the moon remains. Wrapped up to the chin in my duvet, I fly except for one eye that I left in a flurry. I lift the other one towards the black. My ears

Captive

The clasp of winter turns you cold, now tucks you under sheets of ice. The King of Freeze, glassy and old, now holds you captive to his vice. He ripped the colours you once wore, the pink of heaven, applegold.

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