My life is like a jig saw puzzle shaped by the lies i've told. There are spaces for everything, the laughter that i fake when a joke isn't funny, the smiles to worried neighbours and the casual "Everything's fine" . Space for the times that i'm not on time,the truth would taste bitter. Only now that i search around for a place where i belong, i can not find one. Not a single space for an ounce of truth. Walking into doors and falling down has changed the puzzle, now the pieces don't fit.

The shadow from the woods followed me home today. The alabastor moon gave him shelter in the dark but i saw him from the corner of my eye, creeping silently along. I left it pacing in the garden, aggitation in every step, whilst i sipped coffee in the kitchen, watching it through the blinds. As the steam from the bathroom clouded the window his smokey face pressed against the glass. It smiled an inky grin as the razor slipped, spilling crimson. I didn't see how it entered - the blackness, only… Continue

The cliffs crumble into the ocean upon which i drift. Emerald bottles litter the decking at my ivory feet, hollow like the hearts of the lovers that set them adrift. I tease the stars with my reaching hands, twisting my fingers around them, a web from which they can't escape . Neptune rides beneath me, soothing rythms to tame the vessel. My eyes are hungry, devouring all they see. The earth quakes around my indifference.

Do you remember when we sat and ate sherbet on the steps in winter? The smell of petrol made my eyes water as the yellow powder fizzed on my tongue. "We should do this again" you'd said as the fire burned slowly in front of us, a steady glow in the early dawn, ashes fluttering around us like butterflys. I felt your eyes on my face, lingering too long, making me blush. Churning black smoke spun lazily in the air, swirling upwards, the sound the car made as it melted from the heat was louder than… Continue