I kept a close watch, I had no choice. Too many times the end got close, your love, a necklace too much a noose. so I found myself alone, your fire an overwhelming tide. Oh how I dreamed of toeing the line, steering my feet off the side. Of turning my back to the siren, … Continue reading The Line
poetry
Shower Floor
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
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 