An Old Barn's Memory
The shadows slip along the planks of ancient wood, their soft sighs undetected by anything other than the forgotten souls who have nestled themselves among the stale hay and dust, remnants of a time where this old barn used to be new, freshly painted and crowded with beings of flesh and warmth.
A Second Chance?
An arm sticks out from the rubble, its twisted hand reaching towards the sky, a slim gold chain knotted around its index and middle fingers. A heart-shaped locket swings from the chain, half melted from the nuclear bombings, solidified drops of metal drooping to the ground like frozen tears.
Who I May Be
A blanket of depthless velvet, stretched around this ball of breath and soul, is dusted with pinpricks of glittering white diamond
A Sip Of Merlot
When I walk into the room, the first thing I notice is the oppressive heat. It slides over my skin like velvet, and wherever its warm fingers press against me, sweat pools, the droplets soaking into my bright crimson dress, darkening the fabric into the colour of blood.