I don't write. I create.
Time encouraged me to trust you.
Time pushed me to share.
Time gave me confidence.
Time accepted all I had to bare.
Complexed was your mind, intertwined with mine.
Complexed was my thought processes 90% of the time.
Complexed became your signature when what you said was opposite to your actions.
Complexities came about like bad acne, not enough treatment to gain traction.
Time taught me that you’re fraudulent.
Time set me on fire.
Time burnt away my emotions.
Time left you as a liar.
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So I understand from the female voice that you flirted with a girl from Sainsbury’s and it must have been some charming words used, as your girlfriend goes on to state, ‘you don’t tell me I’m beautiful.’
Right there, was a sign of her insecurities but you never provided her with any comfort. You replied, ‘you fucking stupid bitch! I’ll fucking go to my mums, you fucking whore! You’re the one sleeping with all the men you see, fucking tramp.’
I heard you slam the same door repeatedly, then you growled. I assume she remained in one spot, as her sound never seemed to move. However, yours went through your living space. She screamed, ‘I don’t care anymore.’ You responded by shouting over her, ‘the thing is yeah, you’re a fucking stupid bitch and I can do better than you. I only told the girl she looked good; everyone needs compliments during lockdown. I don’t need a dumb bitch like you in my life. Shut the fuck up!’
Her cries continue and after a few more fights with multiple inanimate objects, you slam the front door. I heard the lock turn…
A few moments pass and her crying turns into sobbing on the phone to her friend. I form the assumption that this particular friend has heard it all before, as your girlfriend shouts, ‘What would you know? You’re not understanding what I’m saying, this is a different situation, it happened today!’
It’s around 0100 I know you’ve returned as she’s moaning, no, not the crying she was doing earlier. She’s moaning in sexual delight, you’re silent! Apart from the odd pleasurable grumble…
It’s a new day, I think this is the first day you both made it past 12 hrs before fighting, again. A glass is broken, let’s assume it was glass from dinner? I hear you shouting (yet again,) ‘Who the fuck is gonna want a skanky, dirty, fucking hoe like you?’
The day after that, I hear the police arrive, only they knock the wrong door – I hope you heard them state, ‘we are here following a report of domestic violence.’
The heat is nice during the daytime, I can open my windows and enjoy the breeze.
However, you fucking disrespectful cunts smoke weed, and the pungent smell lingers through my windows, into my home.
Then you have the audacity to complain and tweet #WhereisBorris? Where is your fucking manners?
I don’t recall stating I’m happy that you smoke weed outside and encourage it to linger around! Honestly, would you like it if I poured bleach all over your dwellings? Do you like the smell of bleach with a hint of lemon?
I had to close my window, all of them!
I had to sit inside with the ever-increasing heat and the decreasing coverings of clothes from my body.
I dislike your disregard for my need for fresh cool air.
Just because you wish to fill your lungs with shit, does not mean that I share your style of living.
Heat!
When you create a small flame to light the end of your death stick.
Heat!
When its summertime in the United Kingdom and the sun is shining.
Heat!
When I must shut all my windows to prevent your addiction flowing through my space.
Heat!
My temper right now, I’ve had enough.
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.’
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
‘Indoors, indoors, indoors!’
‘Crow, it’s for the benefit of all.’
‘Indoors, indoors, no more!’
‘Crow, it’s for the good of human-kind.’
‘Indoors, indoors, I hate these walls.’
‘Crow, you picked the colour, remember from before?’
The little blackbird ruffles his feathers in his spot on the corner of their kitchen table. He looks longingly out of the window and snarls, ‘Fucking panic-buyers, there wasn’t any chicken nuggets left!’ Unique turns off the saucepan that now has heated baked-beans, mushrooms and onions inside. ‘Crow, we’ll be fine. We have chickpea-chick’n for tomorrows dinner.’
‘Indoors, indoors, indoors! No more indoors, no more.’
Unique serves up two bowls of mashed potatoes, beans, mushrooms, onions and a sprinkle of sesame seeds. Places the dishes onto the table, Crow grumbles and whispers, ‘I wanted roast chicken!’ Unique rubs his left cheek and prompts him to try his first meat-free meal.
You arrived at my house in your animagus form. I can’t disclose what that is, as I know they will search for you.
You press your lips onto mine. I feel the transfer of nerves interrupt my chilled vibe.
Why are you so nervous?
I bite on your lower lip; I love kissing you and need to show you how much I’m in control.
Hours pass the both of us.
I wake up alone.
I once feared I would never see you again, and today marks that starting point.
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The missing snake who was once employed by tellalie.com has been found!
It has been reported that although she remained in a suit. Her head had been removed, with a slow, deep cut to her neck. The killer chopped her tail off and shoved it down her throat, into the cous cous filled cavity, her stomach.
Her suit was grey with black trim, and a stain of instant coffee on the left lapel. tellalie.com has minimal standards for their kind of employees. Her footwear was open-toe sandals, tan in colour, it was summer after all.
We’ve been advised that the authorities have spoken with a key witness, who stated that she had witnessed the entire murder. We managed to catch up with her when she left the station, and after all that she said:
Interviewer: ‘Thank you for agreeing to speak with us. It is such a tragedy when something so horrific occurs in our community. I understand that you are in shock and processing everything, but could you tell us what happened here?’
Interviewee: ‘Well, what I saw was a snake in a suit have her scaly head sliced off. I mean, she wasn’t the prettiest of snakes and, well. She did work for tellalie.com, but she told LIES!’
Interviewer: ‘What do you mean? Surely you don’t believe that anyone deserves to be treated in such a manner?’
Interviewee: ‘So what you’re saying is, those who tell lies don’t deserve to die?’
Interviewer: ‘Excuse me?’
Interviewee: ‘That fucking bitch ass snake told a fucking lie and has been blessed with death. Yes, she deserved to DIE!’
The interviewer looks nervously into the camera lenses and then over to the Cameraman. Before mouthing ‘Did you have anything to do with this?’
Interviewee: ‘I saw that the killer used a knife they stole from that kitchenware shop on the Highstreet. It was lime green in colour, and I’m sure I spotted remnants of mushroom on the tip of the blade. It was a beautiful death.’
You’ll say this, and you’ll write that. You’ll cry insanity and parade down the anxiety path.
You’ll hiss, and you’ll slither.
You’ll hope, and you’ll craft, you’ll scheme and you’ll plot.
You’ll never cross Unique again, for your status has been updated – ROT!
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Sunday night and they sleep on.
Unique in her warm bed, sapphire blue bedsheets.
Crow rests on the highest shelf, beside a copy of War & Peace by Leo Tolstoy.
He hasn’t yet read all of it, but the word ‘WAR’ excites him.
Unique’s Song
Unique & Crow, like to sing, every day, in fact.
Unique thinks she sounds like Mariah Carey, Crow thinks she sounds like trash.
Listen…
‘Red, yellow, green.’
‘Blood, bananas, broccoli.’
‘Green, purple, black.’
‘Puss, bruises, rats.’
‘Black, pink, white.’
‘Scabs, flesh, die!’
‘White, blue, orange.’
‘Coffin, eyes, LUNCH!’
Crow flew on the bronze fruit-bowl and devoured two oranges.
A is for Authentic
B is for Bagel
C is for Crow
D is for Unique
E is for Unique
F is for Unique
G is for Unique
H is for Unique
I is for Unique
J is for Unique
K is for Unique
L is for Unique
M is for Unique
N is for Unique
O is for Unique
P is for Unique
Q is for Unique
R is for Unique
S is for Unique
T is for Unique
U is for Ubiquitous
V is for Unique
W is for Unique
X is for Unique
Y is for Unique
Z is for Unique
Mr Smith
Mr Smith had a big house and a white picket fence.
Perched on a tree beside Mr Smiths bathroom window, Crow thought about ways to help Mr Smith.
The next day Mr Smith screamed in horror, at the discovery of a giant dead rat.
It was both the large size and that its head was now hanging from the hot tap in the bath, that caused Mr Smith to faint.
Upon waking up, he found the head of the rat, glued onto his own head. Teeth embedded into his left eyebrow. Tail pushed into his bleeding right thigh.
Beyond the screams of pain, Crow can be heard singing his most beautiful song yet.
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The Cloud
Up in the cloud I rest, I’m an angel.
Watching you hypocrites is awfully painful.
Smiles upfront, but behind you could prove fatal!
I don’t need to be near you to know you’re ungrateful.
Those secret conversations about me are distasteful.
My shield, Crow, will forever be faithful.
He will gut you like the thing you are.
10/10 I’ll award his appraisal
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