If clothes could talk, would they speak up? I've often wondered if he would listen to my jeans when they pleaded with him to stop...

He walked through the front door, umbrella dripping. "You're home!" I exclaimed, speeding out and almost slipping. "Have you seen the...

Small waist, Pretty face, Know your place, What perfect lips you have here, All the better for remaining silent my dear, Whispering...

Guilt transpires and I’m putting out fires, that you started, to burn down my boundaries. I grow tired, defeated, retire, giving into...

Each black line stained into my skin Is its own novella; a history. I am covered in stories - some epic, Some not; if you draw a finger...

Darling I’ll be your nicotine patch, I’ll subdue your cravings, a quick fix, Unwrap me, place me on your arm, Attached, but temporary, no...