Cold [poetry, published] |
The cold is like icy hands groping at my skin,slipping beneath my clothes,reaching into my flesh,my bones.Harsh winter grins;it's unyielding chill threatening to break me.
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 17:29:00 GMT |
Forever [short fiction] |
I visualise my fingers digging into your soft flesh, my hands holding you down. You are mine and you will always be mine. I want to know every inch of you. I want to open you up and see what be...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 03:33:00 GMT |
His True Nature [short fiction] |
My fist slams into his lip and I wonder why the impact with the solid bone of his jaw doesn't hurt me. I feel his skin split open and his blood smear across my knuckles. More than the thri...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 03:29:00 GMT |
