What really goes on at the gym

Butt: what the hell is that?? Why does everything hurt? Legs : it’s called squatting apparently Butt: why would we do such a thing?? Legs: she wants to get rid of *whispers* Tummy Butt: aw man, that thing’s always causing trouble for us Arms: but why am *I* being punished by lifting this heavy thing?…

What it’s like to love you

You have a suitcase filled with words For every occasion Though sometimes they run out So you open your other suitcase Packed with knives Which you use to draw blood Then use that blood To paint beautiful pictures You are superman And you are kryptonite You are Jesus And you are Judas You are a…

Crash into me

I watch the waves and think about how they have a life of their own, I imagine they are creatures trying to swallow me in. “Do you think it’s exciting”, I ask, “to know that the tide can get to us at any minute and yet still sit here and take that risk?” He ponders…

Knife Party 

Do you like ghost stories?¬†When I was little, my friends and I liked to tell ghost stories Stories we heard, but never encountered ourselves My friends ask me “are you afraid of ghosts” “Yes”, I lied The truth is, I’m not afraid of ghosts, There are other things in the night much more frightening Like…

Life is a Rainbow

Red. The colour of my lips when I’m out with the girls.Red. The colour of the blood that drips out of a twelve-year-old girl who was raped by ISIS in the name of “worship”. Orange. The colour of my iPod, a must-have when I’m on a flight. Orange. The colour of the bright jumpsuit worn…

My soul

My soul It lingers craves for the touch of your hands The hands that caressed me Undressed me Those hands now push me and I fall Into a bottomless void where darkness descends upon me Darkness becomes me and I lay here naked Wrapped in a robe of shame My existence a repentance for the…

Pieces of you

I brought you down from the pedestal Shattered you into pieces And cut myself with a broken piece of you Til I bled Til crimson red droplets Turned to puddles