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 …

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 …

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 …

Mascara Smudged Icon

She was the girl he would die for, he knew this instantly. She was also the girl who would chew him up and spit him out, but only after tasting him first, with her dimples deep. The first words she had said to him, under the silver shine of the waxing moon and the artificial …

Pieces of Me #3: Sharing

This post is about sharing. I believe in the goodness of sharing. As artists, as consumers and as members of this global, social-networking existence where art is consumed vociferously and word of mouth is pure love, sharing is the way in which strangers show support for one anothers happiness. Sharing is a force for coming …

Bandages

‘Do you? Really?’ ‘I think so, yes.’ ‘You think so…’ She paused to be sure, then spoke through a smile, ‘I know so. I care about you.’ He wouldn’t look at her. She was sat back on her heels, her hands rested on the mounds of her knees pressed to the floor, her toes nuzzled …

Rip My Heart Out

Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, like the the sharp point of a knife blade glistening under a theatre spotlight. She spoke and her voice purred with delicious danger. ‘I’m going to take everything you’ve got. And I’m going to rip your heart out. And you’re going to love it. And you’re going to …

The Liquid Regret

Just as the early morning dew settled on the start of a brand new day, her kisses, placed discretely on his dry lips as he slept, stirred him awake. The birds tweeted with playful vigor outside their window. But to his ears, their song sounded detuned, slow, like the batteries were running out. He had …

Shards of Sunlight Slicing

‘You can be my Bonnie, and I’ll be your Clyde.’ he said. ‘So where are we going, Clyde?’ she asked. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, then flitted back to the road ahead. Both her soft hands were wrapped around the steering wheel, her fingernails were painted the colour of fire. …