Saturday 22 February 2014

Loops and hooks

Want…
Need…

I don’t know
Where each begins,
Or any ends.

By all means.
(But is it justified?)

Were you me?
Perhaps I you?
Where we wanted,
Needed,
The same.

Until.

This.

All left hanging.

Thursday 20 February 2014

Severance

I loved you
When there was nobody
Else to love

When we had
Chased them all away

Left them locked out
To peer through the keyhole
Into our world

The place
We had created

Crafted under fine fingers
Then bound tight
With threads of our very existence
Which kept us safe

I was not.

Now I am cutting the chords
And one day soon
I will
Let them back in to heal
The wounds of your binding.

And I will not love you
With any part that matters.

Thursday 13 February 2014

Caught

In the dark a breath against your own,

Her hush
Blown through the corners of your mind,

The west wind that soothes,
Comforts,
Soundless and still,

The echo that resounds with ferocity,
Ever increasing,
Ever foreboding,

Her breath against yours,
Stealing.

Saturday 8 February 2014

Standing at the gates

I came,
Running,
Screaming as monsters
And demons
And all things hideous
Gathered at my back.

Nipping
At my heels.

Biting.

Chewing down on flesh.
Upon flesh.
Upon flesh.
Upon bone or skin.
Upon life as we have known it.
Knew it.
Seen it.

Inhaling such a fine stench
Of blood;
Dried
Or weeping
It was hard to tell.

Where they failed to care.

I wanted to,
Thought that I should,
But terror prevailed too the extend
That I,
This wreak,
A creature of frailty
And error,
An abomination,
Sailed past the gates
Opened to afford me safety
Straight into the arms of the devil herself.

And there,
Resided.

Until all that was reflected
Was the image
She had so meticulously sculpted.

Saturday 1 February 2014

Perpetual Motion

Shifting
Changing
In that moment when you thought
Your feet were firmly planted
She takes the ground
From under your feet
And you find yourself scrabbling
Running for terra firma
Clawing through vanishing earth
Filled with the fear
A dread
The unsettling knowledge
That if you could only reach the target
You would not be safe
Never as she promised
Because the goal post would move
Again
With you
Caught in the endless cycle.