Prawns

A bundle of newness
Raw as the sunlight
Fitful cries that stir deep emotions
I had sought to bury
My cold heart thaws like ice in summer
It’s moisture seeping through my veins
The tiny prawn-like fingers
Reach for mine
Searching for a connection
Seeking to fix my broken instinct
They succeed
The bitterness was hard to taste.


Little Ginge x

Passion Killer

He said I liked to twist the knife
Turn any happiness into strife
This may be true, he may be right
As when I found out he had a wife
I simply chose to end his life

And watch him bleed till morning light.

Little Ginge x