Snow White

No chalice spilled yet poison coloured her cheeks The flesh within, tainted Rosy shell bleeding the toxins at her bite © 2017 Want to read more dark fairy tales? Read my Cinderella poem, And Cinderella, poisoned Check out my Alice in Wonderland series

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So lost (part 4) – a minuscule musings series

The following is a part of a 'minuscule musings' series. It's more like a work in progress for a larger piece, a short story. I aim to add to it each week, and hopefully something fluid will come of it! Read part one Read part two Read part three Betrothed to what was stolen from … Continue reading So lost (part 4) – a minuscule musings series

So lost (part 3) – a minuscule musings series

The following is a part of a 'minuscule musings' series. It's more like a work in progress for a larger piece, a short story. I aim to add to it each week, and hopefully something fluid will come of it! Read part one Read part two Read part four And not for me, she'll ever … Continue reading So lost (part 3) – a minuscule musings series

So lost (part 2) – a minuscule musings series

The following is a part of a 'minuscule musings' series. It's more like a work in progress for a larger piece, a short story. I aim to add to it each week, and hopefully something fluid will come of it! Read part one Read part three Read part four Crestfallen, she falls and I do … Continue reading So lost (part 2) – a minuscule musings series

So lost – a minuscule musings series

The following is a part of a 'minuscule musings' series. It's more like a work in progress for a larger piece, a short story. I aim to add to it each week, and hopefully something fluid will come of it! Read part two Read part three Read part four So lost, she's gone to me. … Continue reading So lost – a minuscule musings series

I have witnessed the end

I have witnessed the end; The death of the Heavens And men fall to the lusts of this Earth I endured all pains of this world And inevitably death will take me © 2010

When a repressed memory decides to surface…

This is a short poem and may not mean much to some, but these four lines are about a time when I felt so vulnerable and empty. I wrote this when a memory surfaced, one that I had managed to block out entirely for many years. It wasn't until I began writing a creative piece for university about … Continue reading When a repressed memory decides to surface…