She said, With a tremble on her lips, I can’t. Can’t what? Give in? Give up? Lift your head up and carry on? No, she said. I can’t breathe, I can’t see, I can’t be, I can’t move or taste or feel Without my heart Lurching in my chest Or stinging, like it’s the victim … Continue reading Listen
Here is a glimpse of the characters I'm working on and a story that I'm itching to get on the page. Love, magic, sacrifice and loss- what more would you expect with a war on the horizon? Character 1 Character 2 Character 3 Character 4 Laura Marie Copyright: Laura Davis © 2018, all rights reserved.
It takes me a moment to notice as You flutter into vision, Like a little leaf - green and vibrant, Falling from a branch's tight grasp. Your decision. The determination in your fight For freedom, is what caught my attention. You didn't care about the fall, Just so long as it was on your terms. … Continue reading You, Through a Blurred Lens
She wants to peel of her skin, as you would peel the flesh of an orange. Let it fall away and start from the beginning with the new 'her' underneath. The pain is gripping, final, but it's never inescapable; one day easy to leave behind, someday easy to forget. -depression and the body Laura Marie … Continue reading ‘Easy’
The bulb sat in the centre of her hand, dry and yellow, like the pages of an hundred year old book. It was lighter than she expected it to be, as though all its weight had left its body, just as its vitality had. It didn't smell the same either. The delicate, sweet aroma had … Continue reading Heartbreak Rose
A Sonnet on Seeing The water droplets smear the glass. Acne, a rash, silver-white heads with black eyes, all dotted, clustered over glass eyes, obscuring, blurring, confusing the scenery and the sky. They trail down, bumping, pushing, sometimes teaming up for this race of gravity, leaving behind their snail trails, like wet sleep over your … Continue reading Seeing
His smokey breath whispers past your ears, pulling, contorting, inhaling, entwining. He calls this your freedom, you call this his kingdom. He's the feeling you get in the pit of your stomach; the one that makes you feel like you're sinking. Drowning. He sits there, hidden beneath the flaps and crevasses of your organs... behind … Continue reading Thief
So I started Uni...I think that's enough explanation for my sudden disappearance. Being an English Literature AND Creative Writing student is hard. It's demanding, time consuming, tiring, but I love it, and that's why I've been focusing solely on my reading, writing, and assignments these past three months. But I've recently found a bit of … Continue reading It’s been a while…