Sunday, 26 June 2011


through choice

I layer
to hide

The tears
I enjoy

and you wonder wheres the pain

Without cause
or reason

and I lick on

A martyr
behind the lies

Prettier in liquid
easier to obscure
fools views

This is me
omitting you

Friday, 4 February 2011


She's sitting on black stair
With lonely
no curls in hair

She's pulling at dolly
Subverting the pain
her body broken

No more than a frame
Hiding in shadows
avoiding ice fingers and shame

A fragile head
made out of glass
filling with excuses
the reasons for red

Praying for a hero
someone to see past

She prays harder each night
with questions of why

Eyes shut tight

Dreaming of justice

Her hand twisting the knife