Monday 25 July 2016

Alone




He asked;
“Are you alone?”
In that moment her mind raced
Through the corridors of her life.
Which were devoid of people
Or anything in fact.

Thursday 21 July 2016

When His Night Comes




His fist hit the table once more.
And I shivered, not this again!
The cold would have been a better enemy
Not my sweet sweet baby.

Monday 18 July 2016

Burnt Bridges


Maybe best friends;
Short, fair and brown haired.
Pretty little thing that all the boys liked
With a strange laugh and bad breath.
The burning of a green checkered uniform
And the lighting of a candle.
Began our fire.