Cold eyes
Drawn cheeks
Seeing the result
But not knowing.

Pale skin
Little strength
Feeling the loss
But that is all.

Shaking fingers
Knocking knees
Nothing left
Just an empty shell.


I remember
How she used to be.

Shining eyes.

I hated her then
I still do
More so now than ever.

It hurts
Because I know her.

Not a friend
Nor an enemy.

I know her far to well.

For she is a reflection
Of the present.

My own image
Staring back at me.

Wordle #70 – Whispers


A tinnitus of harsh remarks.

With the power of a leviathan.
They’re as lethal as a spear.

They will hiss.
They will spit.
They will spray.

So in this way
They coagulate the mind
dogged frequency.

Flattening the spirit.
In a radial loop.



This is another from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, this time it’s a Wordle! We are given twelve words and are asked to use 10 of them in a poem or story. I’ve bolded the ones I used!

Last Night… I Think?

My night?
Oh wouldn’t you like to know?
In truth,
I’d like to know too…

I woke with my brain outside of my head,
With my hair in a deluge of knots;
My vision the quality of early TV,
With all the wrong colours and dots.

A bruise in the shape of Australia,
Tasmania included there too;
My legs the consistency of unset jelly,
That’s how I found the tattoo.

To be honest it’s all a bit of a blur,
There’s nothing in here that makes sense;
My friends are all saying that they feel the same,
How did we get into this mess?

But then they walk in,
The only smart thinker;
All smiley and loud,
Our one proud non-drinker.

“You couldn’t be stopped!
I did try n’ tell ya’…
But nothing could be done,
Once you’d brought out Tequila!”