From Behind

Hold me from behind so I can kiss the yellow sky in my dreams, only imagining that I know what it all means. Hold me from behind so I can pretend you’re looking at me the same way that I look at the world; extraordinary. If I can feel your hands cup my ribs and…

Worlds (Violins and Taffy)

The moon is leaking in between the cracks of the cobblestone streets, reminiscing on the times that hooves danced after the debutante ball had ended. The shimmering lake that promises a fine-tuned tomorrow licks the lips of unrequited lovers. Bathing suits line the brick bridge that delves into ancient soil. Their teeth bare fresh and…

Victoria

She’s quivering as she stands by the water, overhearing the gunshots from the smoking city. There are rivers of blood running from veins into the trenches of the cobblestone streets. The enemy is strong; Victoria is standing tall, her ill-fed shoulders protruding like armour that is as heavy as the weights on her heels. The…

Train

There’s a train and it’s rolling, pumping steam from coal, shifting its elements and transporting its shipments of notorious people who don’t understand. There’s a woman with fur shoulders, promenading the aisle as she sips on her sherry and her husband smokes, looking at a pretty young thing on the other side of the ball….