Scrawling black lipstick on her belly, I draw symbols that represent her sex and images of feral cats. She speaks of love, but my hands don’t care, they only have designs on what she looks like beneath those dreary clothes. Those breasts; how my mind races at the thought of what they get up… Read more

  In the back room, the place where I break myself, she ties me to a chair and pours wax on my chest while making me watch old snuff films. Her favourite involves an Indonesian thief being beheaded. It’s a bit shakey, but the look in his eyes has never left me. There are others,… Read more

  There are no words, only particles of faith that slip between my fingers as the wind blows against my window. There are no giddy heights to fall from. No sentiments that can ease a bruised soul. There is, however, a sense of beauty that few these days seem to be in possession of. How… Read more

  Numb to others, the landscape blurs past the window as lights shimmer like cats eyes in the distance, but I’m too tired to find them beautiful. Catching a handful of air as the car speeds like the shadow of a bullet, all I want is to eat junk food and take hour-long baths. To… Read more

  My body is a mess of semi-erotic fantasies, and editing words shame me for being so naive. All those memories put between the pages of a book; it’s an honor to remember the past, and yet it only emphasizes how weak I am. In my head, I’m forever. On paper, I lack magic in… Read more

  Put your cigarette on the edge of the desk and watch through bleary eyes as the moon appears in the sky above. She shivers at the merest touch. She bleeds beneath me and stains the bedsheets crimson. I carry on, though, gazing in awe at the beauty of sacred fluids that turns our act… Read more

  My desire is to drain all of the Earth’s oceans. It’s to witness what was once hidden as a lover spreads herself before me on white linen doused in sunlight and dead skin. Although lover is not the right word, for relationships seem so redundant. There’s never been a girl who saw the world… Read more

  Revolving doors and warm revolvers as she sticks her fingers in to the sounds of Mogwai. Deeper even deeper they go as she bites thin air as the chemicals electrify her eclectic mind. Her vulva mirrors Scandinavian mythology. She paints with her nipples, and then she makes me suck off the oils when she… Read more

  We sing as the ceiling caves in, and as my fingers slide across the flesh of her lower back, we lose ourselves in the ebb and flow of time. From a drunken kiss at the bottom of the stairs, to blown over tables and chairs as the storm arrives by secret. There are so… Read more

  Teeth as sacred scrolls and eyes that flutter on the sidewalk as a thousand cars drive to a thousand destinations always knowing what they’ll see next. So many colours that melt into my hands; so many memories of kisses that exist in old jam jars and between the pages of favourite books. Those yellows… Read more