a zinester, a self proclaimed writer and sometimes just a little opinionated(maybe) and a serious animal enthusiast (but not a crazy cat or ferret lady)

 

I feel your warmth against me; I snuggle closer its cold tonight. 
I feel your breath; the steady rhythm of innocent dreams. 
 I feel your fur against my face; I wonder if you forgot to shave.
I feel your velvet jowls; they twitch against my arm
I feel your paw in my hand….


I slide my lid open I peer into the darkness and watch as my dog sleeps with his head on your pillow and quietly I weep for your shadow

I feel your warmth against me; I snuggle closer its cold tonight.
I feel your breath; the steady rhythm of innocent dreams.
I feel your fur against my face; I wonder if you forgot to shave.
I feel your velvet jowls; they twitch against my arm
I feel your paw in my hand….


I slide my lid open I peer into the darkness and watch as my dog sleeps with his head on your pillow and quietly I weep for your shadow

You said you loved me, or were you just being kind


Or am I losing mind

You said you loved me, or were you just being kind


Or am I losing mind

Unfair is the want of a child


Unfair is the careless stranger


Unfair is the lover

my work space is now complete (Taken with instagram)

my work space is now complete (Taken with instagram)

Let me tell you a story

Stupid girl cuts out her heart and serves it on your silver platter

It bleeds

Rubies dropping on the floor clinking off the wooden panels

His words a thousand glass shards
sand stripping away her very fibre

Her soul destroyed by careless distance

She whispers to the wind her dying breath

a desiccated corpse

Playing make believe in the dying embers of summer’s bliss. The wind and storms rage on not touching the tattered heart clinging to the dying beats of battered loves dying trust

Words and actions were what was given

But the words were venom, omitted truths and shadowy poisonous lies

The actions were violent and callous severing the lifeline that fed and nourished the lover creating the shrivelled cursing crone