Kicking of the unborn

She can’t walk Her swollen feet sweating beneath socks, She can’t walk Turning she looks at the wall lined with clocks. Three months left. She can’t eat Turning down each fork stabbed with bounties, She can’t eat No matter what hunters bring from each, and every county. One month left. She can’t sleep Her belly…

A tea party for ghosts

“I don’t believe in ghosts,” Sally said, her tiny pigtails swinging as she spoke. “No?” Harry asked, sipping his teacup full of air. “No, they make no sense,” Sally stated, filling up her own cup with imaginary tea from her bright pink, teapot. “They don’t indeed, and they seem a little spooky.” “Doubt they are…

The lord of the bed

“Human, I have chosen to sleep here,” Henry exclaims, his paws pinching at the duvet. “That’s all well and good but it’s 3 am … go to sleep,” I whisper. He refuses, a soft mew escaping his lips and he spins endlessly until flopping into position. I sigh, thinking of the blissful dreams I was about…

I cry out for a mother

I lurch Ceaseless in my demands, Wanting something more Yet it always slips from my hands. I lurch Muscles straining, Relentless abandonment In the life I don’t​ seem to be reining. I lurch Hoping there is something​ other, Days roll past my hands unable to grip I cry out for a mother.   Lurch

Dirt between her toes

Nose to the sky she breathes in deep Letting out a soft sigh, Chin tilted up she watches the clouds pass Dreaming of wings used to fly. Bare feet engulfed by the moist earth Dirt tickling her toes, Falling to the floor she lets out a giggle An earthy blend now staining her clothes. Her…

The forbidden love of socks and sandals

“What is that,” Lucy squeaked in disgust. “What?” Her father replied, spinning around to pinpoint his error. “Your feet!” She squealed. Looking down he surveyed his feet, finding nothing wrong he looked back to find Lucy shaking her head with disappointment. “What’s wrong with them?” He asked, honestly. “You can’t wear sandals and socks!” She screamed,…