He tells me I am beautiful, then Sweaty arms begin their embrace. Stale smelling breath against skin. Wet lips dripping a kiss. Like a dog licking my face; and … Continue reading First Kiss (nonet poem)

He tells me I am beautiful, then Sweaty arms begin their embrace. Stale smelling breath against skin. Wet lips dripping a kiss. Like a dog licking my face; and … Continue reading First Kiss (nonet poem)
It was that kind of night. The kind when you couldn’t sleep even if you wanted to. The electricity prickled around you, an invisible spirit running scratchy fingers along your … Continue reading Siren
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The room is dark, and silent apart from the mechanical heartbeat of the carriage clock over the hearth. One of my own creations, rosewood … Continue reading Tick Tock