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Little girl. Little girl” he said, with a voice like an angel. Such an oxymoron. “How would you like to die?”

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SIXTEEN WASN’T ENOUGH

“Father forgive me for I have sinned. It has been ten years since my last confession.” “Go on my child…” “I have killed a man.”  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Uncle Jack! Uncle Jack! Will we play today? Please? Please uncle?” I always got so excited seeing him. He was the fun one, the life of the party. My... Continue Reading →

Ode To M.

(To my Faith, Hope, Magic and a whole lotta Pixie dust)   Forty-five. December 9th this year you’d be turning that big ‘ol number. Probably with two or three minions but God settled for just this one. With such a number not defining you so much but being a major milestone in your life, she’d... Continue Reading →

Ode To S.

Ode To S. Five years. Five years that I have been gathering bits and pieces of me that you scattered so effortlessly like confetti when the whirlwind of destruction hit our little honeymoon avenue. It came scented in cheap cologne, revealing too much skin than the eyes can handle and batting fake eyelashes at you... Continue Reading →

ENTRY 11.

11TH JUNE. 1945hrs I could barely walk down the small stretch to get to my room. My chest was heaving to the pounding in my head. Images were getting blurry and I could feel the sweat trickle down my sides. The noises were rising to some sort of never-ending crescendo and there were lights everywhere.... Continue Reading →

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