What do you want to be? Who are you? What do you do for a living? I cannot give you these answers, you'll simply misunderstand, and I am not living a life, that allows for that strife. I will not try to make you understand who I am. I cannot quantify an existence that just.... … Continue reading Where I Begin
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The Line
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
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
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 