Zed Zone was the arse end of nowhere. It housed the downtrodden workers from the protein plant and those unfortunate enough to require a stay at the Reset, Rehabilitation and Decriminalisation Unit just across the road. It was a dreary place no matter how clement the weather was; all corroded chemical barrels and blocked drains spilling gloop from every punctured orifice and grate.
Tag: Playlist
Not My Bed
“Can I have a word doctor?”
“Sure you can.”
Although Dr Lowry was extremely busy he came in to address the patient’s concerns. The man was dying. It was the least he could do.
“Isn’t there another bed some place?”
The man’s jaundiced eyes slid sideways in the direction of his fellow patient…
The Sacred
Poem about a place very special to me.
Staying Afloat – Chapter 20 from Not Your Legacy
18+ trigger warning. References to suicide.
When they were Gone
All three were huddled on the bare wooden planked floor by the room’s only window. A saggy mattressed bed was available to sit on with its single sheet and worn out comforter but somehow this position better fit the circumstances. Fifteen year old Rena wrapped a strand of her twelve year old sister Charlotte’s auburn… Continue reading When they were Gone
Fine
Playlist for this Post You make me doubt all my tomorrows but I have no choice but to be brave. You are a most special man. You’re clever. You provoke feats of strength I never knew existed in me. Like my work. You believe in me. You drive me on. Which makes beating me ok.… Continue reading Fine
The Step
Playlist for this Post Taking the wrong step is easy, Given strong enough reasons. And that is the seed you planted in me, When enduring injurious seasons. The darkness in you, an infection indeed. Your hungry face a malignant boil. A lancing is needed to purge out the bad, Excoriate your plague of turmoil. A… Continue reading The Step
Secrets
Somethings are secret…
Spent.
I did not realise I was closed. Doors so barely open. But in the bareness of naked flesh, A dense darkness always remained. No light, no flicker. Blinded, blind, skinned. Hard. Desired but equally taunted. Used. A rope so pretty to hang oneself with. Ruby beads poured on the floor. The fecundity of my weeping… Continue reading Spent.
Prayer
Playlist I will miss your arms tonight. Our world in the dying light. Of your hazel joy. Beneath shuttered lids. And lips that I’ve kissed far too full. I feel this loss but do not fear. You are meant to be; my medium rare, striped blackened sear. You preach to me this mornings name. And with all it’s… Continue reading Prayer