NaPoWriMo – Day 18

The dead trees are still beautiful in the sunshine, what is torn down and burnt away still bright with energy as new growth is nurtured so far from the urban sprawl I was so used to, the cloying of cars and crowds like a second skin one you barely you …

Fiction: Pale

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but it’s P and I do want to finish it…Here’s what I have so far. Pale looked around the little room and shifts in her chair. It’s light, it’s airy, it’s nothing like the TV shows. The coffee is nice and …

NaPoWriMo – Day 17

Struggling a bit to always find words day after day after day. There are none. Not now, not before. Just platitude and politeness over and over. I always lie. It’s not that there’s never anything to say just no one to hear words worth saying. Just what needs hiding, papering …

NaPoWriMo – Day 16

Sleep is lost on me I dream so intently every image pressed into my skull from the beyond my ability to hold onto reality. Sleep is lost on me when I am lost in sleep. r.l.w

NaPoWriMo – Day 15

It’s warm around my finger, silver around skin around flesh around bone. It imprints on my soul through letters engraved deep into the metal and deep into me. Through skin, and blood, and borne of love and days to come. Accept it. I accept. It shines and shouts in sunlight …

NaPoWriMo – Day 14

Scream louder cat! Scream louder and get more food than chew on the sponge and the wooden spoon to devour more delicious molecules. Delicious, delicious molecules. Scream louder. For I am cat. Steal the milk straight from the glass and scream about biscuits and lick all the bowls just in …

NaPoWriMo – Day 13

There is softness on everyone and that’s what I choose what I want to curl around at the end of the day to comfort me when broken into pieces of a person not quite understood by anyone else I’ve met. It’s a silent need I cannot share for the fear …

NaPoWriMo – Day 12

We all have broken fragments of the world within ourselves shards and slivers of lives lost pressed into our hearts. We carry them as they bleed out into the reality we’re holding together with fragile support our fingers raw and aching by time we die, pieces spilt across the floor, …

NapoWriMo – Day 11

Push against the veil only then can death push back a silent wanting from your grave it calls to your spirit without your knowledge and you fall to protect it when the end finally comes.

NaPoWriMo – Day Ten

Don’t stop. Don’t slip into slumber while I dream of walking away and stay to keep me still and sated. I have need. I need sweet and soft, never to sleep alone. You never give me what I need. I never give you want you want. It’s a twisted point …