Your clouds gather and form over time Shielding me from the sun's crime Painting the skies with your paradigm A vision that is truly sublime Your rain pours onto my skin Your wind whirls me into a spin Washing me of my sin Cleansing me from the rot within Your thunder reverberates in my heart It speaks to me like a breathtaking piece of art Your booms are ever so clever I could listen to you rattle the earth forever Your...

After the flames died out, only the ash remained. Specs snowed down slowly onto my body as I stood in the barren remnant of my past. My burning eyes searched for anything salvageable amongst the wreckage, praying for a partly scorched photograph or even a burnt wooden beam yet only the ash remained. Days cascaded into weeks and bled into months as I stayed stuck in stasis. My rage pummeled away a little of the residue. My...

When I’m drowning, they are distant and skeptical When I’m sailing, they gather to observe the spectacle My cheeks used to be made of roses, my pupils were once starred How did I become just a chew toy to use and discard? They don’t savour their words, they just spit them Basking smugly in the fruits of their mayhem I love them when they don’t, they disgust me when they do I am cast to play both the vixen and the shrew Th...