I Pray

I pray that you get everything I could not give to you.

I pray that you do well.

I pray for you.

Crow cackles in the short distance, and out he coughs ‘Liar, liar! Atheist! Atheist.’

His sapphire blue eyes turn fiery red, and he flies down and lands on Unique’s head.

She’s kneeling at the grave of a love that never existed, for she pays her respects. But Crow cheers her for being a hypocrite.

Atheist! He caws before landing on the fresh mount of dirt.

‘Here lies a foolish man who is now home to my snacks, worms and maggots and the odd juicy rat!’

A fake tear falls from the right eye of Unique. Crow turns quickly, and it lands on his beak.

‘I love you, Unique.’

Can we Bend Tomorrow?

Hey friend! How are you today?

I wonder if you could help me, please?

I have this idea that transpired from an arm stretch, and I wish to bend tomorrow.

I want it to curve and wrap itself around me, as I know it will be tremendous and meshed into the sea.

Tonight I’ll pick five stars from our wealthy universe; I’ll ground them with my elbows and sprinkle them all over your house.

Join me now.

Textin’ Textin’

I’m not texting anyone.

I’m sitting in silence on an empty field, staring into the clouds. My eyes are swimming away through the blue skies.

I feel my phone vibrate, but I’m a feeling in disguise.

Sugar

Sugar poured through my DMs with offerings of joy and money.

Sugar said, ‘Unique, I want you!’

Sugar said, ‘decide now or never?’

I licked my lips and pondered about sending sexy pics. But how many pairs of boobs are available on Google?

Sugar sprinkled around my DMs offered sweet talk but no therapy.

I deleted his messages.

Deep-throat

For hours upon hours, I called out for Crow.

No answer, no sounds nothing at all.

A recluse most of the time, I tend to stay inside.

But outside I venture and find Crow coming up out of the throat of Mrs Bullington. Covered in bile and seeds, out came his little head.

He said, ‘Unique, Unique, she had taken the last Rolo!’

A Day

Goes by and eventually a week turns into forever.

Precious

I’m precious don’t touch me.

I tried

To love you before.

Influence Me Bitch

Dress up, because dressing down is impossible for you.

Pose for the cam.

Post on the gram.

Hashtag I am and credit yourself as a somebody.

Surrounded by opportunity, I do not envy you.

Influence me bitch and live your life as a star.

Back Then

Unique wanted to become a Scientist.

A Singer.

A Chef.

A Cashier.

A Lawyer.

A Teacher.

A Manager.

A Coach.

A Fashion Designer.

A Vet.

A Shop Keeper.

A writer.

Unique wanted to become a Writer.

I said a Writer.

Unique wanted to become a Writer.

For You

I’ll always be here.

I’ll always answer.

I’ll always listen.

I’ll always wait.

I’ll always offer.

I’ll always wonder.

One Day

I’ll tell you everything.

I

I want to cut you.

With a knife I own, you wouldn’t know, but it has serrated edges.

I want to cut you from the corner of your left eye, down to the right side of your lips.

I love your smile.

Snug

Snug as a butterfly in a cocoon about to break free.

Gone

That day was then.

You opened her up.

She’s gone now.

Gone, but forever remembered by you.

Gone because of you.

Stop asking about her.

She’s gone.

Gut Feeling

Gut feeling

I’m not a toy.

I’m not your mother.

I’m not your wife.

I’m not your friend.

I’m not your keeper.

I’m not your counsellor.

I’m not your mentor.

I’m not your father.

I’m not your pet.

Unlike them, I don’t give a fuck about you.

Crow chimes the clock tower in the event of your demise.

Inspired by Alice

Inspired by Alice

You cut my time to get to know her.

You advertised how she saved you when I don’t recall her presence during your darkest times.

Crow was correct when he said, ‘Off with their heads.’

Like

Like acid, you burn through me

Like a guillotine you behead me

Like a throne, you scream entitlement

Like a message, you annoy me

Like memories you stalk me

Like feelings, you pester me

Like a liar, you lie.

Like a user, you surface when you’re in need.

Like this post, you seek attention and validity.

Doll

Doll Face

Perfect hair.

Dazzling smile.

Vibrant eyes.

Peachy cheeks.

Call her pretty, call her sweet.

Sugar and spice and everything nice

But that’s overused clichés.

All of the above.

Toothache

The piercing of my gum started a few days ago.

New hole you made and pushed through baring your head.

Ouch!

You’re huge and annoying.

When will you leave me alone?

Like the storm, be gone! Be gone!

Wise wisdom be gone!