Winter Roses

Then came violent winds, tearing away the delicate petals of innocent roses, precious limbs torn from their body.   You stare speechless at the sight that remains, at the thorny echo of beauty, hollow shell of ravished time.   Nothing but a prickly stem is left to tell, a forgotten story of hopeless love, abandonedContinueContinue reading “Winter Roses”

Capturing Perfection, Chapter 3

The third instalment of the short story. * * * I wake up, aching all over. I am naked in bed, the covers pulled up around my thinning body.   I see that he is at the window, and when he realises I am conscious, he strides over and strikes me again on my face.ContinueContinue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 3”

Capturing Perfection, Chapter 2

The second instalment of the short story. * * * His touch upon me was vile. His fat fingers, his greasy smile, his tiny eyes that had this triumphant gleam in them. As if he’d conquered me. He thought he’d conquered me.   Repulsive.   But that was not the worst part, not at all.ContinueContinue reading “Capturing Perfection, Chapter 2”

Insomniac

She walks, barefoot, Across the shattered glass of her broken dream. Soles, tender like those of a child, Cut open, bleeding upon those splintered shards. Waking pain, a tender agony, at least they Bring something to this timeless abyss.   She groans, rolls over, In the infinite spirals of her mind she turns. Staring, eyesContinueContinue reading “Insomniac”