Water pelts into the skin of my hip as I lay curled on the shower floor. Water trapped where my body meets the edges of the tub ebbs and flows over my cheek as it gently rises; a stark contrast to the sting of hot water as the shower beats down on me. I can't move. … Continue reading Shower Floor
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3am
I wish I could explain better what it feels like, the euphoria of 3am as I bounce around a room unable to be bounced. Two feet here, two feet there, and you've gone the length of the space and yet I bounce. I bounce and I move and I curse curse the edge of the … Continue reading 3am
Beauty In The Disease
I burned image after image, thought after thought laying waste to my mind just to see if I was awake. It's a given, a tidal wave that burns until everything, even my memories no longer exist in this quake. I needed to feel the heat, so I poured what was left down my throat, and … Continue reading Beauty In The Disease
Bright Skies At Midnight
Silverlight invades the corners of the ink-black darkness of midnight. Settling in as old lovers do when they get to caress after too long a separation. You can almost feel the warmth of the moonlight as it dances over now pale skin, standing in the street while the cacophony of the midnight symphony reminds you … Continue reading Bright Skies At Midnight
Faith Taryn Davies 