Rabbit Run, Part 2

The bastard was hiding in the dark, Between dusk and dawn, Rope and cigarette, Smouldering fag end, Master of hysteria, Take it all off, Stripped of my winter coat, Wrists in hitch knot, Chains and hoist, A net and begrudge, … 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