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Forbidden FeastWhen you first see it, you are certain that you're dreaming. Your jaw gapes sightly in a stilted gasp. The shadows from the trees above glide over the picnic blanket, surrounding it with a dark misty aura, but all the colors shine through. And what beautiful colors they are.
The centerpiece of the banquet is a pile of fluorescent doughnuts topped with neon sprinkles. The icing on each doughnut is immaculately layered, like cement on brickwork, and the shades of yellow, blue, pink and white are as garish yet appealing as vintage disco clothes. You can already anticipate the dense layer of sugar that will coat your teeth after you have finished.
After all, there's nobody else around. It is all yours.
As you slowly step closer to the feast, your face still smacked with utter disbelief, you observe the other treats laid out before you. A chocolate cupcake with a swirl of icing and a strawberry tucked in the corner, a hidden surprise to save for later. The giant pineapple and watermelon sli
A spooky tree story (Working tittle?)With a gust that flowed through each leaf, I could hear the aged crackles from its foliage, before they would snap off and fall onto the floor. Its crown branching out through the cracks in the
ceiling, barely letting light shed unto the room. Although the floor tiles beneath me are pristine, as I approach the tree I noticed the tiles worsen the closer I got, until there’s only dirt and gravel. All I could hear is the crumbling leaves and tiles with each step. Then, I heard raspy
breathing, as if someone was trying to get their last breath, over and over again. When I got to the
tree, I could see carvings of grim faces and swirls coming from them around the middle of the tree. Leading to the bottom, the swirls would turn into straight lines and had faces, some with horns one
or two, holes, burn marks, exes as eyes, or just a normal face, all with smiles on them. The floor was marked with the same swirls that lead into the gaps beneath the surfacing roots. The breathing
A Cost for LoveHis eyes could scarcely leave hers,
and yet his mind was nowhere near.
“We’ll deal with it, if it ever occurs.”
The risks were made so very clear.
He wanted to share a moments of bliss,
an unforgettable one. She desired the same.
True, they never wanted it to be like this,
but with no regret, they shared the blame.
SapiotrophI'll be your manic pixie dream girl, dear.
My Tumblr will be your lifeline, sweetness.
My platitudes will bore you, but don't fear!
I'll never ever leave you in darkness.
Why do you want me gone? We'll both victim
Together. Take the world by storm, help all
The poor souls from their squalor. Your dictum
Is that of a hero. Don't push, don't fall!
I see you take meds when you want to see
No-one. I will emulate your fatigue,
That lukewarm coma. Our playlist will be
So unique. They'll say I'm out of your league.
Because you see, I love you mind and heart.
And your friends, your world, won't tear us apart.
Elegy 3: Storm BoyThe screen door hisses, faster than your computer monitor
And less homely than your chair. The humming and rustling of
Tomes and looming tomes is all I see. Except for grass,
And that's when I try to sleep. Three hours - I slept - at first -
To process that you'd disappeared completely. And that
Every night at dinner I could be sat bolt - upright - in the
Chair you slumped face-first in your Chinese food from.
My brother loved - and still loves - the programmed turtle toddling on your screen.
And my sister loved the garden and the grass that loved her so much it gave her eczema.
Did you remember while my Insta-cousin and her primma-mother sung 'Hallelujah',
My brother tried to dodge the funeral, and my - automaton - mother
Processed all the gift cards? When you were slumped face-first in your Chinese food?
When you were so wasted that I couldn't see the photos so now I will always remember
The frame your face is framed in better than you?
Did you remember how disgusting it was of me to