I see you in Coney Island with that mouth of yours. Portions of your body spread across a dozen TV screens; that familiar nose and those breasts pushed together just how they used to be. Kind of like a slut, but not as easy. Kind of like a queen, yet not as remarkable. I’ve… Read more

  Dreamt I was back with an old lover- the one with the rabbits. In the end, I tried killing myself- no need figuring out the metaphor there. Somewhere in between, I was stood by the side of a road watching a bus burst into flames. There were people inside, and some were trying to… Read more

  It’s strange how a body is both an ecosystem for physical wonders and untold nervous despair. I’ve seen you grow from a woman into a girl, and it doesn’t suit you at all. I’ve seen the marks on your arms, and I know how you feel inside. Think of us as memories before we’ve… Read more

  A photograph of her final moments before she became just another girl. It’s never cut and dry, yet there are always exceptions. Being self-absorbed never did anyone any good, not least someone in possession of such beauty. Hiding from the light behind layers of pretence, some use it as a turn on- the same… Read more

  I crawl from the waters edge and lock myself in the toilet. I abuse myself thinking of your breasts as snakes slither beneath the door. There’s no shame in my actions, yet to reduce you tickles me with guilty pleasure. Such a cute little mouth, yet it stands for nothing as my imagination strips… Read more

  Sketches of a nervous breakdown, and the taste of your mouth as you spit out a cigarette. I don’t want to write, I want to go to sleep instead. To forget about every little thing as your image flickers behind my eyes. To let madness take over and watch in awe as it drives… Read more

  These cold, winter days where everything feels like the past. As the dying light says goodbye, I think about an ex-lover and the moments that existed between us. When I die, so shall they, and it will be as if they never even occurred. Such breathless intimacy, forgotten and discarded like it was unimportant.… Read more

  Sometimes you try to become like others, but it’s just not you. They want profession. It’s all they’ve ever been told. To succeed, to chase the coin. But you’ve never felt that way; it’s never been of any interest. Maybe it’s self-obsession. Ego. Call it what you will. To me, life has always been… Read more

  Dead fish and half open eyes. A carousel slowly turning in the night sky. Streetlights vomit, as do you. Falling snow as spiders creep across the carpet to the sound of ritual fucking. Spread wide open while breathing in the scent of oranges, your fingers pluck away at the past. There’s this girl; she… Read more