Kitty-On-Fire-85

The sun glows in from the window arches. Midnight curtains drape over curtain rods allowing it in. She tries to blink it away, as it stings her eyes. Her chest lurches forward wincing in pain, where she normally would feel annoyance, this time tears begin leaking out of her eye lids like watery ponds. Covering her face in mere seconds with a sheer depth of sadness. Her eyes fixate on those curtains as she loses her composure, wanting to pull it down, as she always had before, but knowing that if she did, he may never return, to put it back up again. The fear that perhaps at some point, maybe not today or this week. Every trace he was e

Sometimes I like going on adventures with you, Your smile distracts me from the holes inside myself. The light reflects towards me and then turns to shade when you leave, I’m starting to lose hope. You could be standing right next to me, But I’ll be staring off into space, It’s not that I won’t miss your face, I’m just fixated on the spaces within myself. So I silently plan my next misadventure without you. ——————————————————— They say it was a misadventure that took you away from me. Although I t

When I wake up these days I’m glad to no longer be numbing the pain with pills, Although the night’s eerie blackness still gives me the chills. I feel like crumbling moon dust in the early hours of a silk dawn sky, It’s so quiet outside but in my mind it rains down pains of grey. Blonde curls run towards me with a smile I can’t face, The shame of somebody else’s crimes, I’ve taken the sentence in their place. Dashound eyes waiting for the rabbit to run, It’s as though my mind is conditioned to jump at the sound of an imaginary gun. Blonde curls appear around the corner, She wants a hug and time w

There’s a man, in the corner of my eye, no it’s a lie. I’ve convinced myself I’m still stuck in the dream, the nightmare I just squirmed out of and onto the cold bathroom tiles. The grey and white blur into past pains. Pains of innocence and fears I thought I’d battled and conquered. There’s a mask the shade of black, an identity unknown. There’s an act, impure, that disappears with the night. With the dream, with my sleep. I lay there, after crawling my way back in from those cold tiles towards my warm bed, staring at my daughter’s sweet blonde locks. The words ‘How can I keep her safe&

The voiceless argument, Silence the weapon of choice this time. Soundless tears run from my eyes again tonight, I can’t hear the words I love you from your lips. I find the misery in every song playing through my speakers, The lyrics speaking words in place of the emptiness, I can’t find the strength to scream loud enough to reach you. I’ve become a mannequin in my house. Faceless emotions, everything’s transparent, as if I’m see through.. My limbs feel like they’re not my own. I wait for the store clerk to dress me, like a puppet with no power of her own. The wind whispers in my ears, I imagine your

Looking up toward the night sky, she saw grey clouds swimming across the black soaring seascapes. From down below the once white clouds travelling far and wide across the galactic ocean above her head. As she tilted away from its mystical magic she began to think on the day that had passed and how it related to the vision above. Her day had begun unlike any other, yet this day was different. She was going to become a miss again. She heard the judge say “All your paperwork seems in order. Do you want to go ahead with the divorce?” Her throat closed up, as the fairy tales of days passed flashed before her eyes. “Yes, magist

It was a special day the eve I lost my youth. I would search for it high and low trying to regain my innocence. But you can’t take back what has been stolen. The thief replaced what he took with something of his own. It wasn’t a gift, It was shadows and bone. The memories of my special day are always apart of me. Knowing that if it lacked meaning it would be dust in the wind by now. Although I’d give anything not to be special. I’d give it all back not to be seen. To give away the haunting and let it crawl and slither in another’s mind. I would sacrifice for the guilty to see the darkness sliding throug