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

In A Bed In Cold Misery

Looking up from underneath, moonlight steals a shadow in the deep. Reflecting light, casting colour into the night. Fractured light burns over the sea, on the stormy tide electricity kisses me. Lips wet and salty, eyes blinded. I see my reflection staring back at me, pearly skin and icy stare, lying in a sand and coral bedim. I’ll hold my breathe to sleep beneath the surface in a bed of cold misery.