The haunting cackle of bells
Tease and torment the innocent.
Fidgeters and hiders are scattered
Surrounding the entrapping well below.
Sly snakes connive together,
People have a strong misconception about prison. They go on what they see in those Hollywood movies: they think being sentenced for life causes this spiral into a restoration of morality. But not for me.
Thoughts on the District Line
Water stealing the air,
Like a precious jewel thief.
Empty and bereft,
I hear its mocking laugh.
I can almost taste your lips when I think of you, the feel of your skin pulsating against mine.
The book in my hand paints landscapes of your face such that I cannot read the real words written.
Moonlight beckons to its friends,
snakes start their hypnotising song
as they sharpen their teeth.
Penelope by E.R.
The halo of light exposing
Queuing one after the other...
You make time for me, you don’t understand what I mean.
But my dear, don’t you see?
An invasion of auburn
seize the shadows,
commanding the explosions
of light to scatter.
Collar bones and routine and control.
One pear: a hundred and ten calories
In Three Hoops
I want to run my mouth across yours,
Trying to move him is difficult.
Splintered shards infectious,
warped musty wood,
rusty wire thorns.
I would like to believe one
when you forget me
i do not take risks.
you became my unexpected exception.
He takes one last look at her through the glass panel in the door before he leaves: he does this every night.
If something strange and mysterious were to happen, I would never be so arrogant as to think such a thing could happen in my presence.