She whispers,
Tongue sweet
Like the chocolates
window dressing
the store.
Each word clothed in tinfoil
dozing in a paper shell.
She speaks,
So sweet
Each letter a slice into the centre,
oozing candied-cream.
She whispers,
So bitter
Sour milk curdling in the warm run-down fridge.
Dark chocolate dipped in.
"No sugars added,"
She whispers.
Sing a song my sweet Sing a song and go to sleep Lullabies caught in my head Body resting, warm in bed Smile a tired smile You’ve walked a thousand miles Rest and know tomorrow’s light Will ease the a
Write, write, write — write some more. Free these feelings, open the door. I’m nothing special, I’m not the best. I’m not perfect. I need rest. But rest never charges me, on the floor I start to plea.
