There’s boots and cups and old décor,

Mice and lice and rats and more

Dusty pots and china plates,

Cutlery my mother hates

A piece of pre-chewed chewing gum,

And a thimble for my thumb

But past all that lies what is dear,

Ancient treasures hidden here

A genie’s lamp with one wish left,

A duffel bag once used for theft

Of gold and gems and money rich

The bank was robbed without a hitch

But fu...

Love and hate; two sides of same coin

Like you and like me; our hearts adjoined

In sickness and health but alas that’s not true

But what is for me, is I hate that I love you...

It’s my birthday soon. In four days and seven hours, to be exact.

Already, Mum is clattering around the house, dragging miscellaneous objects this way and that. Everything has to be perfect, she says, as she does every year.

To be honest, I don’t care. Every day that I exist is painful. Excruciating, even. To celebrate the day I was born….there doesn’t seem to be much point.

But it makes her ha...

A heart is like a pane of glass;

The feelings inside weren’t made to last

As for every argument long gone,

Keeps me tossing, turning until dawn

Sleepless nights and lasting days,

My heart is akin to glass in ways

For the cracks build up; spreading like veins,

Shattering around my binding chains

No longer trapped, I may break free,

From the endless cycle of you keeping me

Locked in a chamber o...

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting,

But what you offered was spite, instead of the love that you could bring.

Good to watch you go, hard to be without,

Always back with smiles, pushing back my doubt.

A voice coated in honey, veiling the bees,

Whose stinging words so sharp, could bring me to my knees.

So easy to hate you, but loving comes more natural

And still you toss me aside, ...

Everyone searches for a soulmate, right? Someone to share all their experiences with, to try new things with, to love and be loved by.

Well, I have a dedicated mark to show me who my soulmate is when I meet her. Everyone does.

Mostly appearing on the wrist or ankle, soulmate marks are a fact of life; they can not and will not be erased or changed once developed.

Those who attempt to edit their ...

I blinked my sight into focus, sharpening my gaze on the walls of the dingy warehouse I appeared to be inside of. As I ran my eyes rapidly across the room, a silhouette in the corner caught my attention.

Standing in shadow is a textbook intimidation technique, revealing that this person was either highly trained and wishing to conceal their identity, or a complete amateur. Taking into account the...

I took a gasping breath, clawing at my throat as I relived the sensation of my life’s blood spilling from my lips.

Heaving stale air from my long-empty stomach, I braced my forearms against the freshly overturned earth to hold my limp body.

My muscles were utterly wasted; every movement a searing flame into the newly reactivated pain sensors, but...pain. It had become foreign to me, over the yea...

She had cropped hair, lightly brushing against her collarbone. It had originally been blonde, but was long since dyed black.

With her eyeliner on point, her long, dark lashes stood stark against her creamy skin, framing glittering green eyes.

She had been popular, once, with the boys. Nowadays, the female population flocked to her, and the men stayed far away.

She was always welcome, wherever s...

“How could you?” She screamed, tears pouring from her eyes. “What did he ever do to you!”

What did he…who? Who was she talking about?

Who…was she?

Panic set in as I realised I could not remember. My breath came in short, dizzying bursts as my eyes desperately refocused.

The scene before me…it was brutal. I felt a dark laugh bubble from within me, but it was not my own.

How was it not mine? Th...