These secrets are heavy. Heavy enough to sink without the fear of them coming up again. Heavy enough to sink with.
Welcome to midnight. Welcome to 3am, thoughts ticking to the time of others’ sin. Welcome to nightlife. No sleep, daydream, repeat. Walk through it like a haze - eyes wide open, cautious, hands out, praying you’ll be ok. You’ll be ok. If you can ignore the lies, those awful lies. The ones that keep you... Continue Reading →
She loves all the hells out of me. I’ve traded my dark hells for her hands, my heartache for her skin. She is my dungeon dragon queen. She loves the bones of me. I am the skeleton in the closet with doors pulled closed. She is the light through the cracks pushing in. She loves... Continue Reading →
Maya Angelou lied when she said there are diamonds at the meeting of my thighs. You came up empty when you dug into me like claws find their home in flesh. I am empty. Your words are empty lies. You left an empty wife. Empty life. How do you live with so little? How do... Continue Reading →
It takes a monumental encounter for me to "interrupt" my usual style of blogging with a review. But. Every good thing anyone has ever said about coffee comes true at Cape Town's caffeine underdog: Shift Espresso Bar. As a writer, this reputation and sensory revelation cannot be ignored especially when it comes neatly packaged as... Continue Reading →
I promise to give you all my paper cranes and never to fly away. I promise to fold my hands around all your creases and spaces of skin printed with goosebumps when I touch you there. I promise you only true stories of death and glory and titles that make your spine tingle. I promise... Continue Reading →
I wasn't always depressed. That in itself sounds depressing but it's not. This story ends well and every day I get up and choose to live it ends well. So read on knowing I'm ok. That my symbol - the semicolon - isn't a reminder of a bad time that I've left behind. It's me... Continue Reading →
This is the sound your mouth makes in the time it takes you to work out if the bullet has left your body yet. I can tell you it might be years you’ll breathe like this - a slow, raspy intake trying to grasp the fact that you’ve been shot. There’s no going back or... Continue Reading →