Blew north.
Drifts east.
Glides south.
Flows west.
Bought you to my doorstep, where the wind wept.
I don't write. I create.
Blew north.
Drifts east.
Glides south.
Flows west.
Bought you to my doorstep, where the wind wept.
I’m alive.
I’m happy.
I’m thankful.
I’m present.
Actually, I was here.
I kissed November and it bore me a star.
I birthed a star and wished upon it.
It cried during the day, as I was blinded by the sun.
I kissed you through November and won!
♥️
Was the sounds that came up from deep within.
To smile?
Granted ♥️
Unique loves you.
This much.

‘The light of the Crow shines bright through the eyes of all illuminating butterflies.’ – Dame Unique

Noises.
I hear everything and nothing.
Breathing too loudly.
Fearing what’s behind closed doors.
Longing for your hugs.
I miss you.
Rest easy.

noun
nounNORTH AMERICANnoun: cheater; plural noun: cheaters
nounnoun: revenge
Hugged it until it passed out.
Cut its back, left hoof off.
It screamed at me and I shout.
‘You’re a liar!’
I remember I said that.
It kicked out at me. Then ran far away.

If you’ve not seen my WhatsApp story updates.
If you can’t see my Instagram.
If you can’t hear my tweets.
If you never receive a card this Christmas.
If your emails file straight to junk.
If your shared media has deleted and expired 30 days after deletion.
If your letters remain unopened or worse, unopened and returned.
If you try to call and can’t ever get through.
We’re not.
We’ll never be.
I’ll never seek.
I’ll never speak.
I’ll never hear.
We’ll never share a friendship again.

Dear Love,
I love you.
But I love the world around us even more.
I love our sky.
I love our sea.
I love the air we breathe.
I love the swans paddling by on a warm summers day.
I love the peace of mind when drama and pain fade away.
I love your eyes.
I love your mind.
I love your brain in its entirety.
I love your soul.
I love your heart.
Every heartbeat counts, no authority.
I love the way your smile beams through to my vision.
I love your warmth, including extra love only emissions.
I love your kisses.
I love your touch.
I love our love when love is never too much.
Love
Unique
I’m trying to sleep.

So what if I’m evil in most of my posts.
So what if Crow is more criminal than Ghost.
So what if you bleed over my pages.
So what if your tears fill backdoor paddling pools.
So what if your heart beats faster when you read through my blog.
So what if I’ve skinned you alive, with Crow above God.
So what if my words depict the horror and dark menacing ways of inhabitants on earth.
So what if Crow pissed all over your white roses.
So what if I spat in your left eye.
So what if I state facts and burn your mind with penetrative forms of sexualised context.
So what if you feel offended.
So what if you feel some type of way.
So what if you’re hurting.
It sounds like a YOU problem.

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Wild.
Unshaven.
Unwaxed.
Unspoken.
Sweet.
Juicy.
Natural.
Mine.
Mine.
All mine.
On mind.
Brilliant.

I’ve not contacted you in four weeks.
-Why, Unique?
– Who’s this?
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