Sunday, 30 January 2011


powder shock
extremities freeze
adrenalin splash

Thursday, 20 January 2011


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


the lust of the new.