The crow falls from the sky and crashes to the earth. Deafening sound of a future unheard and undone.
What is left of me? A name, some memories. The future that stretches on forever. The things I don’t control. A bird who once flew down to pick seeds from your open hand.
The edge of a nightmare. he could feel it, in the fading consciousness of sleep. He tugged at it, seeking the memory. When the memory finally hit him, he wished he had left it well alone.
Isabeau walked through the port, swaying her hips at the sailors that passed by. Of all of them, she picked him. He was handsome and he would make a good companion and fetch a good price when the time came to sell him. So she waved at him and she knew he would follow. Wherever [...]
My soul hangs on by a thread I’m a Recession woman, a 21st century woman I took a recess from my life I’m in a dead end job Pays the bills of a lost ambition The tears of an empty womb I disseminate my identity in my clothing Her hoodie, her spartans I escape into [...]
I take a step towards you
And you are gone
Into a smoke screen
I am left confused
Nowhere to turn
Nowhere to go.
She was his trophy girl. He kept her in his flat, his brave little pledge with the powerful instincts. She was valuable, he always said. Valuable. That was the best compliment he’d ever paid her. He did not know what else to say. He had never been in love before, much less acknowledged it. He [...]
Your smile that does not come.
I wait for it, into the hollow of my womb.
I see your eyes, big wide blue eyes
And the hint of a smile, of a laugh
At the corner.
I wait and nothing happens yet.
Forgetting the pain and rage, he lost himself in the game now, chanting as the little girl ran after him. She was close on his heels and he ran down the steps to the market place. In one jump, she landed against his back and both children went tumbling down into the dust
“Remember,” she said, “who I once was. I held all of your shadows into the palm of my hand and I was changed. Remember I have loved you for everything that was inside you. Remember I matched shadow for shadow and ray of light for ray of light. Remember that I, too, was your soulmate.”
Despair is only a step from hope, over the hair-thin line of it. I despaired for you so long; have I ever even hoped? I have wanted you until I ached and fell out of breath. I ran through the horizon rushing after the receding line, On and on and on, until time blurred the [...]
She carried a torch for him. A tiny flicker of a flame that she kept hidden in her heart, aware it would remain there lonely forever with her heart slowly freezing around it. A spark that can never die but blackens the flesh of the pounding toneless organ.
Sitting in the booth, she watched him, bewildered and disappointed. For the last 15 years she had remembered him fondly and now every word he said was tearing apart the ideal of the man she had thought him. As he spoke on, her cheeks were growing hot with the anger and shame of deception.
The thief of my soul, the thief of my light
One touch and I was dead to my past
One love and darkness invaded me
My soul grows darker, my heart grows blacker
Until nothing good is left in me.
Ira, -ae, feminine. The wrath that cannot be appeased.
Years and centuries and still, cause for anger.
I harbour in my heart the wrath that cannot be appeased.
Ira, -ae, feminine. Latin for wrath, a word for war.
The warm feeling of the domestic cat sleeping on my lap. Ever so quiet, ever so ageless. She pets her own little brick-coloured nose and casts her lazy gaze upon me, two undecipherable orbs of emerald green.
The mole on her shoulder
The slight brush of her hair
The sunshine on her jawline
The dark varnish on her toenails
The skirt she wore on Sundays
All gone with her into darkness
Tempted by the void of darkness
The cryptic hollow clarity of crystal
Time stretching across horizons
As the waves flow past my edges
The curious calls sounded in the silence
And I listened longingly for the voice
The one voice that can recall every other sound
From the silence and darkness
I learn to lie waiting for you
Long lay forgotten the unmarked grave.
The Bean Sidhe’s song keening in the background.