Cold has run over my body. My lungs burning, I gulp for air. Trapped under the thick sheet of ice that will soon kill me.

Mary placed a rose wet with tears next to her mother's grave, holding her swollen stomach as the baby inside kicked. If only she'd lived.

She was broken, but she was mine. She was beautiful, but she was mine. The very essence of her life, was mine. Always, forever; mine. 

The crisp rain dripped drops down her cheek. The red washing down drain. She walked down the street, leaving the body and her tears behind.

Olivia stepped out into the snow for the first time. It was beautiful. She wondered what other beautiful things she had not yet experienced. 

The winter frost dances on my skin making it tingle and numb. The fait noise of howling in the dark night created the eery atmosphere.  

The sky turned grey. The clouds cast a great silence. The rain danced on the roof. I could feel the house move as it flew.  

My stomach rumbled loudly, and so I decided to go to the fridge, as I am at the fridges door, I have a Tim Tam.

My stomach rumbled loudly, and so I decided to go to the fridge, as I am at the fridges door, I have a Tim Tam.

I was very hungry, and so I decided to go to the fridge, as I am at the fridges door, I have a Tim Tam.

you escaped, desperate for fame.
pushing me away.
but you came crawling back.
asking for my forgiveness.
i obliged.
once more.
but never again.
goodbye.
 

I breathe a relief as I look upon the grassy knoll; I turned a blind eye to the blood of my brothers. 
It's over now.

He poked his bitsy snout between a hole in the rusted can, and peered at the flame-streaked skyline.

So this was the chaos he conjured.

    I stare out the window. I'm watching Jaxtyn move the christmas tree from the top of the car, it's nice seeing my husband do this.

Your hands nervously shake…desperate screams pierce your fragile heart. It hits you. You start to panic. You start to wonder. It all goes deathly dark… 
 

Your hands nervously shake…desperate screams pierce your fragile heart. It hits you. You start to panic. You start to wonder. It all goes deathly dark… 
 

The dragonfly dipped
And spun.
Round the flowering rush.
Swinging high,
Glossy eyed,
Jewel wings.
Lifespan.
Six months.
Spin.
Wet wings.
Floating away.
Silent stream.

Your fak e  smile.
Th e crowd. 
  Cu  p of pun ch. 
Re d table. 
Red   pl  astic  cup. 
    Watche d  yo u   ha nd     i t          t  o           m e.  
“Dri nk” yo u  urged. 
     ...

Olive walls
Dingy corridors
Alone
Outgrown rose bushes
Nailed, cloudy windows
Regret
Dead grass
Burgundy doors
Sombre voices
Squeaky gates
Rusty mailbox
Its her house

Olive walls
Dingy corridors
Alone
Outgrown rose bushes
Nailed, cloudy windows
Regret
Dead grass
Burgundy doors
Sombre voices
Squeaky gates
Rusty mailbox
Its her house

"FOR SALE": the sign outside of the old Hutsons’ house declares.
Underneath, a scribbled note flutters: "Please water the orange tree weekly. Ripe in December."
 

Strength
“Ewww, a pimple.” She cried.
“It reminds me of a mountain.”
“What?”
“A great rise in otherwise flat lands, like Kilaminjaro, it shows your strength.”

Heard
I deserve to be valued and heard,
I am more than you could ever dare dream to be,
How? You ask. 
Simple- I am me.

Relationships
If independence is a moat, and love is the castle, the two cannot co-exist
For it is in self-deception we waste the time of everyone.

Beauty
He...

Before I knew it he was on one knee. I searched his eyes they held a knowing look, the sun reflected on his blue iris' making them sparkle. From the side of my eye I saw him hold something else competing with the sparkle."Ava-" He began to say, but I quickly cut him off. "Yes!" 

i don't know if it's just me but even though he only speaks in a mere whisper, his voice seems to drown out the ocean

Heavy eyelids lace heavy boots and barrel into the night. Vines retreating, cobblestones silent, world asleep — the air between the stars is their escape.