Porcelain Doll

She lurked beneath the sea In languid dreams Among encrusted shells and aqua marine Swimming in tales of bootleg bandits and treasures foreseen. Her eyes mirrored by the swell Sinking in coral A wet porcelain doll – Stitched with serrated … Continue reading

Little Lamb

  She spoke in tongues of old of stories long told Red raw and brimming with gold Her breathe darted against the cold Trees fallen by the wayside lonely in the night silenced by the wind, her voice – hushed … Continue reading

Dead Weather and Frills

Sweet lips kiss the edges of her frayed mouth Like silk scraping against sandpaper Itching the flesh of skin Jagged fringes shred Worn and cold Chiselled like her hollow cheekbones Dilapidated, the bottle cleanses By the window seat, the flowers … Continue reading