Poetry Wednesdays: ‘Them’

This one is a little hateful but everyone needs an outlet, right? Them God, I hate them. All of them. They all have it. That imaginary sense of independence. The intensity of which they press their incessant beliefs that they are steadfast warriors of peace. Or of you. Or of me. They're dead to me. …

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Poetry Wednesdays: ‘Murder’

Murder We're going to crush each other one day, aren't we? My imagination destroyed you once and it will do it again. I know it will. Last time wasn't an execution. No ceremony. No time to think. Just cold. Thoughtless. Murder. I went from 100 to 0. But you deserved it. You deserved the death. …

Musing #1

I watched them fall, those angels. The first fell from the sky, already lost to the wind, spiralling out of control with every metre she travelled. She was perpetually drifting, losing herself to the vastness of the air whilst reaching out for the clouds, forever unable to touch them. Her solace was in the tornadoes …