Until Craving Wakes I don’t think about it, sometimes. Life is lived, days go by, I’m content. Until craving wakes. A photo, a memory, an idea is all it takes to spark the constant churning in the pit of my stomach. Craving moves. Thoughts...
Turn my body black, Dotted with stars, The universe exploded on my flesh. Beat me until I bruise. Darken me from fresh milky white with boiling espresso shades splashed on my skin. Gift me your marks, Write your dominance With...
Today’s poem was inspired by a flash of a photo I sent, purpose to tease. And In the accompanying message I mentioned that maybe I was flashing a blank canvas in need of bruises. Awaiting Artwork Just for you. A gift. My body...
Today’s Blissemas elf is Brit babe and fellow Northern Bird Lucy Felthouse! Check out what she loves about this time of year and remember to leave a comment to be in to win £100 (or equivalent) to spend at Amazon. Each comment is...