TYPES OF DOLLS

  They call them Russian dolls but there was a shop that sold them by the Nieuwe Kerk in Amsterdam, not far from those ruby lit windows displaying Dutch dolls in de Wallen, both of which provided excitement for wet tourists under rain coats in the soaked summer months terrified of traffic and tram tracks […]

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BOOKENDS; WHEN CONSIDERING WHAT TO WEAR

  I was always looking to find the lighter side, the brighter side of your cold concrete cold corpses once carved into your concerns. You were papered over in such pomp and circumstance, such rigidity and reformation from centuries since removed but I found, once we pealed back each other’s layers that breath lingered behind […]

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SHEDDING

  When all the fuss has faded like guilt that glides from gloss, when I’ve pulled back the hair, when I’ve crept from the clothes, when my flesh is all that you see and there is nothing left to hide the parts of me I never wanted to be, Will you…? Will I…? When my […]

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TRUST

  Trust me as I thrust into you, as we sweetly split the space within the identity that we identify and the disguise that we discard in corners where clothes are cast aside for more carnal concerns, born in beds soon to be bruised and battered as we bare bodies, as we bend bodies bare, […]

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ONLY AFTERWARDS

He tasted of pine pressed into skin, nicotine fingers and beer bound breath naked beneath the fairy lights and twinkling balls as a cat and dog watched their shadows kissing on the walls. She tasted of punch, cinnamon sticks and orange scents with red rimmed lips and bare naked breasts to blush the baubles, suspenders […]

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RED RIBBON

You opened me You held my heart in your own bare hands beating I bared all for you I lay naked for you I shed my layers revealing, I have become undone loosened, lessened, I have been unravelled like ribbon unrolling, red knotted ribbon, like red rotting blood on the stone cold floor of a […]

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Break-Up Afters

  It meant nothing and everything- All at once. It was filled with what you did not say And every tale you eyes still told. Was it too warm Or too cold? I remember shivering. Were you the first To light my cigarette- Like you did so long before- When everything was natural And comforting? […]

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