I don't write. I create.
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.
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 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.
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!’
Goes by and eventually a week turns into forever.
I’m precious don’t touch me.
To love you before.
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.
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.
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.
I’ll tell you everything.
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 as a butterfly in a cocoon about to break free.
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
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
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 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 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.
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!
I visited the super-market and could not buy:
I have visited the super-market every-day since March 17 2020
It is disheartening each time I visit, nothing is available…Knowing that people across the United Kingdom have stock-piled through sheer greed!
#ThanksForNothing
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