Sunday 26 November 2017

Bloody Sunday

The cold was bone chilling,
Like the cats heart
As he chased the mouse
With dark intent
Not to kill her
Just to play
And watch her squirm
Sunday afternoon away.

The mouse screened in terror
The cat heard music,
The mouse looked with pleading eyes
The cat saw prey,
She was just a snack.

Outside the mutant winter light fell
faded into the colour of bruises
Darkness crept inside
Every home
Bright walls l could never hide it
Christmas couldn’t cover the misery.

Friday 10 November 2017

I could live without you,
and you without me
because our souls would be swimming
in the universe and we would have known each other.

I don't ask you to die for me
because then you would be dead.
Logic doesn't have to spoil love.
we'll build a story of happiness
not hysteria.