He looks at her With half-closed Eyes, watered With last night's Dreams and Whispers "Good morning" In a voice still Dripping with Sleep's warm Honey. Laura Marie Copyright: Laura Davis © 2017, all rights reserved.
Leaves that are long fallen, curled and dry, skirt up and dance around our still feet in their reds, yellows and greens, and for a moment I get lost, swimming in the light hues of your hot-chocolate eyes. You tell me that my eyes aren't green; that the way they change colour, the way it … Continue reading about your eyes
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
The last night of 2016...the night in which I'm doing my very best to just forget. There's something really cathartic about starting a new year- we all take part in this ritualistic last night of the year, as though it has the power to cleanse us, fix our mistakes, leave every negative, niggly thing behind … Continue reading So let’s talk about last night…