Skin

‘You can feel the itch all over. Keep scratching, baby.’ he said. She fought the shakes that pumped scorching ice through her veins, as beads of sweat oozed from her pink-raw skin and trickled down her naked body to join the stream. She lay in an empty bath, wet from the shower head raining over …

You First, Them Later

‘So you first, them later. Like oxygen masks on a plane.’ She was trying to make him see how by looking after himself first, he would then be able to provide more for others, from a better place. He cared deeply for people, wanted so much to be a source of positive energy for those …

His Dark Corner

The fluorescent tube gleamed a hollow artificial glare which made her skin ache for sunlight. The solitary tube, held lonely along a ceiling which demanded too much from it, reached out to light the desolate boxing gym as best it could but left each corner in a flood of dark shadows. The sweat along his …

Swallowed Up By Sunshine

They were the lost romance; the hidden love that would not be found. They were the forever haunted; roses stung by their own thorns. She had hidden in secret corners her whole life, sunken into the shadows from which she could peer out of. A comforting invisibility. He had thought he would die an empty …

A Sweltering Summer’s Night

The heat hung in the air like a drug; it made them woozy. The rickety window held itself up despite its own splintering wood and outside the midnight rain played music to sing them asleep. They were both laid across the bed, side by side. She wore her favourite cut-off jeans, unfastened, and the knowledge …

Hearts and Bruises

She sat against the headboard, naked with her knees held up to her chest. She wore a shy smile on her face as she drew with lip stainer a pink heart on her left wrist. This was where he should hold her tight should she ever try to run away again. Somewhere in the distance, …

Every Rain Drop

Every rain drop felt like a splashing kiss against her slick cheek. Every rain drop felt like gentle hammering love in miniature. Every rain drop felt like wet fingertips tapping against her skin, drumming a melody over the racing beat of her needing heart. She was stood with her feet together and her arms outstretched, …

Cracked and Blue

Some days everything that was good the day before turns to shit and the motorbike engine roar in your guts now squeaks like a mouse, and the cold sets deep into your bones. This was one of those days. They were coming more often of late but there was one thing that would replenish his …

The Python of Love

He woke up with someone inside of his head. Her. He wished she would stay but he felt her floating away, and the ache of a man who had climbed a thousand steps to then slip and slide back down flooded his heart. He woke up with someone inside of his aching heart. Her. He …

A Billion Kisses

She traced the shape of his eyes, took in the golden hazel, ran the pad of her index finger over his reckless eyebrows. She studied the way his tongue would wet his lips, the way one side of his smile would lift up first, rested her palms on the soft hair that hugged his cheeks. …