Strawberry something

He is leaning with his back against the twisted metal bars of the playground. Painted bright red and yellow, they are a mess of colour beneath his black jacket. White fluff drifts past my face. It drifts everywhere like snow; and I thought winter was over. But here is the white fluffy stuff of summer. […]

In Flames, I Dream

Rotted maggots and glowering teeth grow from these books. They growl at me, twisted and deformed. I try to reach for the spine, but the teeth snarl, snapping and spitting at my fingertips. Something groans from inside the fireplace. I look at the flames to see them contorting into ghostly shapes–lilting sparks creeping out of […]

The Castle Paradox

Pinned, she was. But, unsure if it bled. Caught in the voice of a second knight in armour, Towering with fair hair, and so charming in his eyes— But castles aren’t for maidens, and she would rather die, Than to sit in a castle of someone else’s making, To live under rule of patriarchal undertakings. […]