[Writing: Creative]

  • Mango

    Sweet rotten gold, hefty and warm and bleeding itselfDry like the throat of a songbird. It can sing no more,But…

    : Mango
  • Worship

    I.I am under your skin,Leaning in, hand underThe table, mine startling yours.I find an opening and squeezeIt. It feels like…

    : Worship
  • The cardigan murder

    The cardigan had attempted toStrangle me. FingertipsWarm and vile. Fingertips downMy throat, expensive elegant trail of aFountain pen. It needs…

    : The cardigan murder
  • Water Me

    The hollow of my body when crumpled into dreamsNeeds a hand to hold, needs to feel firm land betweenFingers intertwined:…

    : Water Me
  • Drink Store Auntie

    Her fingers are fluent.Razor vision, the better for findingExact in all shapes and sizes.Pecking hen, this is sand And that…

    : Drink Store Auntie
  • Gas Stove At Night

    The enemy is closing in. GentleLicking indigo flags. In the dark kitchen theSmell of gas protesting against ignition. All the…

    : Gas Stove At Night