
Hey Wednesday

I don't write. I create.


Interesting addition to the clothes I wear.
I add many things to this small, zipped, denim location.
Tissue, paracetamol, lip-balm, eye-drops, hand cream, lemon sherbet drops and a three page letter.
I wrote about 2020.
I transferred pain from my heart, to these pages, to my pocket.
I released everything. Yet, I keep memories folded and close by.
Maybe, they’ll wash away the deeper I stride into this scenic lake.
I’m blessed.
The only thing that matters is my birth.
At my door in December.
I opened up and coughed on em’
Fucking viruses.
My spoon was cold.
His back was hot.
The fleshy parts were rotten.
My spoon was cold.
However, I managed to create a cavity through his hot rotten flesh.

In the sky.
In the forest.
In the sea.
I found you beside my bed watching me breathe, during sleep.
I found you in my kitchen, toasting bagels and pouring juice.
I found you on my sofa, snuggled on my breasts. Free and loose.
In the sea.
In the forest.
In the sky.
I found your love in my heart and passion that never dies.
Always here for you.
Inside me.
I’ve evolved.
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.
Seat.
Hugs.
Kisses.
Space.
Us!
Us!
Us!
♥️
Are portals to other universes!
💋

I did nothing.
I’ve done nothing.
I’ll do nothing.
Karma has you, hung, strung and burnt alive with ice.
To smile?
Granted ♥️
verbverb: amalgamate; 3rd person present: amalgamates; past tense: amalgamated; past participle: amalgamated; gerund or present participle: amalgamating

We kissed passionately on a night that was so warm.
We haven’t seen one another since.
I sometimes whisper your name, into a single flame. Hoping that one day you’ll return and kiss me again.
I’m sorry for causing you…

Welcome to The Butterfly Series!
A collection of creative pieces about transformation and mental growth. With this collection, I share with my readers moments of change that has occurred both within and around my life.
Some pieces derive directly from my heart, whereas other pieces flow out of my mind at a pace I have no control over.
I’m truly thankful for everyone that has assisted with the rise of my inner phoenix. I agree, 2020 has been a challenging year for all the inhabitants of this earth. However, life is about growing, understanding and expressing your soul.
This collection is for all the stars that glow in the night sky.
Thank you for reading!
Love 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.
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