bring-more-knives

Our eyes at the feet of God, gazing upwards into the endless night, the rosy-cheeked laughter and quintessence of unspoken promises softly dimming into silence and secrecy all around us as my pupils dilate and fixate on the same axis in the sky. You brush my hand and a cloud of shivers cascades down in a waterfall over my skin, enduring; impervious, with the cold ground a hundred miles below us, our own tiny feet tread in and out, day by day. The ethereal essence of a golden fountain shoots out from under the grass with a solitary spark as we watch the smoke break into a gossamer shadow, clouding our picture perfect vision with a charcoal fr

It ended the way it began; side by side, entangled in the labyrinth of a dream as dusk faded to day and the sun crept in the shadows from over the horizon, embracing the sea and kissing your eyes like the petal of a rose, plucked, twisted and torn into oblivion, falling through air and crimson highlights fluttering against your skin with the delicacy of the wing of a butterfly, its transparency cleaved by the glare of the sunrise. The incessant murmur of the whispering waves upon the shore crashes over us in a spasm and the world is hushed once more, the undertow serpentine in its movements as salty spray is released in an upsurge, filling th

A notion, a single silver bullet on the tongue, slices through air and Pandora's box spills wide open, secrets laying fresh like gunpowder, plastering the four walls and falling with the crystalline precision of dust dancing through the window as the sun flashes dusk to the west. Held like a thread, Hades clutches and anticipation overwhelms; you shall not suffer in labour like Sisyphus, but the blade in his hand means to cut – he withdraws, his low, languid voice resonating down the Styx, with a view to vengeance. His ethereal cries fall, and then… Silence. An explosion of colour, a mindless paroxysm of a cataclysm, deepest scar

A rush of endorphins; the silver haze creases the air of the dome as your golden halo falls, blurring the waves of laughter and anxiety, our heads floating against feathers, eiderdown and keratin; each heartbeat pounding a year in a second, just to breathe and let it flow through every pore, every whisper, every touch, smile, kiss. A chime and brush with ecstasy greets like the strings of the viola, reverberations of the concrete den, the colours of amber and argent intertwining, as we lie, side by side, and stare at the corner of the ceiling. "It's good to be simple minded." The corridor stretches in front of me like a marathon, and you not

It's 11:38 on a Friday night. The last time you checked your phone was 34 minutes ago. Squatting idly in the stifling heat of your bedroom wasn't exactly how you’d planned on wasting the start of your long weekend, but it seemed considerably preferable to the prospect of squandering the night away in the seclusion of the forest counting the hours, waiting for the minutes to pass until the black of night crept silently into dawn. You can’t even recall why you thought sleeping out there would have been a remotely rational idea. Despite gaining some affinity for nature in more recent years, the core of you still stiffens with unea

It was night. The balcony that leant out over the emerald glades was the only retreat from the champagne shimmered conversation, the gentle cadenza of the violins swallowed by the raucous exchange of laughter, as the silver haze of the moon that hovered in the air shone through the dusky velvet sky, threatening to break the equilibrium between enchanted ecstacy and secluded desolation. She was dressed in midnight blue, and enveloped by nightfall as she crossed the threshold. Diaphanous crystals spangled the gown like peppered, beaded stars, becoming increasingly poignant against black as she crept away from the glowing radiance of the part

A new day, waking up with the sun, an overhead hourglass Watching light stream in through the cracks in the Royal Mile, and your eyes, More alive than I've ever seen. Your ambition, freedom, arms open wide and ready, for something to touch you by surprise as I, looking in reverance back into the quiet past hear leaves sleeping unrustled and creatures roaming unharmed in the wild, wild plains and wishing, yearning for that tranquility as you come and go. Little men act and rarely know happiness until they collide, head on, an unconscious desire and altruistic awareness. If everything I knew was to seep into dust then my ambition would too f