Poem: Pins and Pulp – 06/01/20

I have not been outside in days, huddled down in my cocoon I have encased myself with stinging words and florid phrases, distinctive patterns to my ears, though perhaps not to others.   Alone, I sing of times of freedom, absolution, and success, upon reflection, these moments were anything but what I felt, I operated [...]

Poem: Hollow Eyed – 13/10/19

She hides between the curtains and the window from nothing in particular, allowing herself to view the wide-eyed smiling moon casting its dancing light upon the dew dotted grass; a nightly view so familiar.   The brightness is expansive in her vision compared to the darkened room which she calls her home, where upon the [...]