
Cheers – 01.05.2026

I don't write. I create.


Her temperament is such that she recognises your stress and your inability to protect.
Of course, she will smile and send you positive words of affirmation.
She has found peace, as our universe holds her up. She has found justice, having witnessed your demise, and it is a source of comfort to her mind.
She appreciates you showing her the true nature of a liar.
Her prayers are being listened to, as it is only fair.
‘My friend, may your putrid soul burn through everything you value in life. May your tongue fall fast. May your substance rot and your lies curve and wrap you tightly. May your deceit eat through your passions, and your years shrivel up. Amen.’

Real ones will ask me for clarification.
The drama dogs will demonise my character and act shocked by the rumours they’ve heard.
It’s almost as if they’ve not been granted access to my inner thoughts and provided greater insight into human behaviour. Instead, they ride hard and raw on the tongue of the vocalised, manipulated versions of facts.
May the fools be removed from my space.
May the innocent souls portrayed be highlighted.
May the man who wants more gifts post-celebration see his eyes turn a snotty green before he cries bile.
Rest in peace to a friendship that died due to conversations in confidence, translated to create chaos and not factually correct.
For the mouth that channelled spores across the shared area, I hope you experience true pain and suffering—remnants of your contamination.
Dame Unique
What is love?
A milkshake to soothe the pain.
A custard cream to dunk in a cuppa, as tea solves everything.
Or perhaps it’s a glance up at our universe, of which we stand like specs on a spec.
Love is questionable.
I’m smiling at you. My smile is lovely, and you seem at ease.
I know you feel those tiny cuts.
Perhaps one day you’ll realise the cause.
My mind is blank.
I’m tired.
Tea is killing me.
Soothingly, so.


Unblocked
I don’t know why.
Thoughts never stop in the mind. A place where the red light means lust and the green indicates toxins, though it’s the amber that burns through.
Anxiety is present, and my heart rate is okay.
I cry because I’m upset.
Why is this life so difficult? Creation is easy for many, yet the masses become gods of chaos and delusion.
I wish I had never met you. But, I’m also delighted I did – Without the experience, I would not compose this text.
I’m finally out of the dark, for your clouds bore stains around this sphere.
Do you remember when I taught you how to swim? You dived right in, ice reclaimed the seal.
I saw you.
Your pain, your suffering.
I felt the air slip away, though you eventually stopped begging.
Okay, I’ll admit this. Narrow passageways aren’t for exploration; they remind you that blue is a beautiful colour.

This book was ‘okay’, nothing to rate above average. Some elements did not seem realistic, like when Geoff met with Juniper at her demand! Like, who really drops everything to meet with a woman who identifies as your ex-girlfriend’s best friend, yet you’ve not seen her around or in photos?
Also, why would Athena’s mother not find this visit ‘suspicious’ when, prior to Athena’s death, Juniper had never visited? The stairs at the end and the reference to gym clothes and working out together, to explain a potential murder/accident. It all seems silly.
I love the cover. I appreciated the opening chapter and the aspects highlighting Juniper’s stereotype. However, this story was simply, ‘okay.’
Unique

I like that you see me as a failure.
I admire how much you hate me.
I appreciate the evil looks you gift me and the negative thoughts you release with every glance.
I feel blessed to reside in your mind.

Lying in bed, feeling depleted as my energy falls even lower than yesterday.
My body is hot, and my thoughts are cold. I ache from the inside out. But who truly cares for me, but me?
Dreams wane, and my drive steers off course. I feel a crash, though black ice is hard to see.
Impactful.
The stars that surround my vision and highlight a metaphorical limit still glow. Sometimes I catch a flicker of their unison to show me that one day they will die.
For now, I stay in bed. Considering my life choices and craving a mind-massage.
Don’t reply.
I love being wrapped up in my duvet, warm and cosy and listening to lofi-beats and conjuring up a few creative pieces. I know I will drift to sleep again, but for now, I appreciate the silence.
‘I’m here to protect you!’ – Future


Give me the space to explode.
May the remnants of my body forever stain your blueprint.
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