sworn to secrecy (240)

she appears whenever i walk into a room. there's certain criteria of course; the main one is that there needs to be a mirror. it doesn't matter if there isn't a mirror though, a compact will do just fine, (i shattered every compact i had when i found this out) and i've since learned she isn't fussy… Continue reading sworn to secrecy (240)

the runner (150)

you accuse me of being a drifter, vague in the way that i slip through the years. you've always liked to stay back and watch me work, never quite placing a definite on the table. it's true, so tempting to always offer maybe, like it's a promise for all that's yet to come. (maybe...?) and so life… Continue reading the runner (150)


watch as i move into your environment, coax life out of all the elements that are in place, note the patina of confidence that hovers, reflecting in your face and dulling your eyes. i am not by nature a deceitful creature, but supernaturally i am something which creates a mask, wears it so well you can't… Continue reading duplicitous

burning (150)

infinity spans the back of my eyelids; running through time, i'm blazing a path into the ground under my heels. time is fluid, mine to manipulate and weave around me, creating a cloak that i wear and tear daily. it's easy to skip through, accelerating through the dull patches. watch me work, will you? i need… Continue reading burning (150)

uncapped (150)

we're not free, you know, you spoke lazily, allowing the words to drift around you like smoke before dissolving into the atmosphere, absorbed. i allowed myself to drift through the words, wandering through the air. perhaps if i run my fingers through the air i'd catch them, examine them - set them free again. i… Continue reading uncapped (150)

a countdown (150)

turn around, don't watch me walk away this time. i don't think i could stand the pressure. instead, turn away, let's both be ignorant of the other for this moment. it's only a few steps; this isn't something complicated. (it's only what you make of it; don't make it complicated) i hear your steps thud against the… Continue reading a countdown (150)

observant (150)

fairness. justice. i'm watching, always observing, as you sneak around, stealing things that take your fancy. i know you do this purely on whims, on the appeal of the item right by you - you're like a magpie, hoarding away all your treasures before shattering them. (because you just have to be the one to do… Continue reading observant (150)

a voice (150)

they call me many things. seductress; a lure; creation ancient and modern. most lately, they call me magician. they accuse me of working craft that's incomprehensible, of possessing inanimate objects to animation and sketching out a story. (four-minute stories were my skill long ago, first struggled with, then mastered) and i follow you around, loyal to technology… Continue reading a voice (150)

awakened (150)

he woke up alone on the shore of an unfamiliar beach. at first, he thought the canoe had washed ashore, but a quick glance showed it dragged onto the sand, tracks showing the path it'd been pulled. the oars lay neatly crossed over each other, rope looping through them and keeping them in place. there was… Continue reading awakened (150)