Sunday 30 January 2011

thighs



powder shock
extremities freeze
adrenalin splash
crashcrashcrash

Thursday 20 January 2011

tension



maybe we weren't meant for this love

Tuesday 11 January 2011

write about sunday afternoon



She didn’t examine her body for bruises, or not until sunday afternoon, 
standing in a shaft of sunlight, dust illuminated, her skin covered in downy hairs 
-lifting as her fingertips brush by- caressing the purlpegreenblue of that night, 
bared teeth and curled lip, sprawled, she remembers, 
it doesn’t matter where the lace is worn what matters is where you bruise.



Saturday 1 January 2011

sprawl

the lust of the new.