If you sit on the edge, the wood shakes you when the trains go by. It makes me feel like the plastic dentures Johnny got Granny as a joke one Christmas. There's a little screw at the back and when we wound them up they chattered together so much they juddered along the table and... Continue Reading →
She burnt away, rotting from within Until all that was left was ceramic skin Perfectly painted with only one crack Just below the knee, a hole of deep black The only blemish on a porcelain doll, Showing inside she was nothing at all But empty and hollow, full of dead space A vacuous vacuum with a manufactured... Continue Reading →
I have a concrete body And a restless soul, A rib-caged heart And lungs of coal. The tide changes In my bloodstream. Ruffled heart feathers Screaming run, change, move. . Via Daily Prompt: Tide
