Let the mermaids in my teacup distract us for a while


You invade my dreams when my guard is down

A betrayal I can never forget 

Your liquor-fueled rage stripping me of sound

My former future. My darling regret.


Come morning, you’ll don the face I once knew

You’ll feign no memory, you’ll feel no shame

Cry over the monster deserting you

You’ll continue a life devoid of blame.

Haiku – Stormy Afternoons

Rain at the window

Feeding imagination

Like words on pages


Haiku – The Fountain

Dreams in the water,

Under cascading whispers,

Traded for pennies.

Connection – Part 2

It was weeks before he made contact again.

It was in a dream she was having. The kind where every trivial detail stands out in a nonsensical way.

She was walking through a house. One she had never, in reality, seen before but in her dream she knew it all too well. It had exquisite navy blue wallpaper with white ceilings and skirtings and every oil painting she passed felt personally picked by her. The sunlight flooded in and cast a golden hue on the wooden floors.

On closer inspection, she realised that the windows had all been broken out of their panes, and the lace curtains were all dancing around in the breeze.

And then, that voice, from somewhere behind her, “Find me”, it said.

She spun around to find that everything in the section of the house behind her had faded to night time. “W-Where are you?” she called.

“Worlds away. Moments apart.”

With that, she woke up with the concrete certainty that she would see him soon.







I’m back!

Hello, lovelies!

I am back in action, after (quite!) some time.

And, oh my, how I have missed you x

Connection – Part 1

Sitting on her bedroom floor in a patch of afternoon sun, she closed her eyes and let her breathing be the only sound she made.

Slowly, the happy chirping and chattering of the habitat thriving in the tree outside her window started to become more distinct. She cleared her mind and just listened in silence, and the world began to speak to her from further and further away. 

She could hear the television competing with the vacuum cleaner in her neighbour’s apartment, then the irregular roar of traffic on the streets blending together and shrinking to a distant, hypnotic hum. She let it fill her mind for a length of time, completely opening up to it.

Suddenly, out of the static, a crystal clear voice spoke, saying only one word. Her name. 

Her eyes flew open. She was almost as surprised to find that she was still alone in the room as she was to see that night had fallen. 

How much time had passed? 

It was not a voice she had recognised, but the familiarity and warmth with which it formed her name made her feel… safe? 

“Who are you?” she whispered, staring out of the window into the night. 

The sensation of someone standing behind her rose, right before a warmth like that of a phantom embrace across her cool skin.

Then, as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone.

He was gone. 


She paused at the door and turned to take one last look at the place she had called home for so many years. Though every last detail had already been packed into boxes and taken away, all she could see was everything she had finally learned to leave behind.

Haiku – Grey Whispers


Rolling mists sweep in

With the dawn, filling the air

With untold secrets.

Unspoken Truth

Hiding the tears in her eyes, she smiled and looked away.

And in that smile, for the very first time, all that he could see were the walls he had once hoped she would never need to put up, and wondered how long they had actually been there without being noticed.

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