Ninety-six months - indented on creamy satin, the fog embalmed in her very soul. Skipping stones across tranquil waters mirroring baby blue skies, welcomed a glitch in time when fingertips wouldn’t turn damp on a worn-down boardwalk. Thanks for reading!

Coldness seeps into my bones, Breathing under the same sky As your chameleon eyes. Eerie ghosts caress Underneath burnt skin, Adding another link To rusty chains Keeping the storm at bay. Accept our fate – At least this time – Sweethearts masquerading As heartless cowards. Thank you for reading!

Fair maids Scurrying off To mouldy quarters, Intent on finding proof Of past misgivings. In vain, Their quest shall be. For candy floss Tangled on eyelashes Heavy with longing Perished on rosy lips, Embolden by lazy smiles Hailing from sturdy oaths. Thank you for reading!

Romani curses tangled In a spider’s web Mended by exiled fairies – the full moon guided their thread and needle – Before the roosters invoked The living and the dead Alike. Yet, one passed through... Between silver ribs Mice nibble on this faceless martyr Atop of a wishing stone, Overlooking the last remnants Of the Irish shore. Thank you for reading!

Colouring upside-down Is my beloved sin - Along with sleepwalking barefoot In your fool’s paradise. Count me out Of running our mouths Towards no resolution, Other than marking Our skin with shards of glass. They’re getting close To my goodwill - While your own weeps On my ring finger. Thank you for reading!

In your vivid dreams Permit me to shed my skin On the land of gold and green. All winter long – Scarecrows kept vigil Over orphaned dimples And polite smiles. Scattered puzzle pieces – Click me back in place, Through sweet embraces And demented lullabies. Thank you for reading!

On the eve of a summer's kiss, pour lava souls into granite cups, for plebs to seek penance. Ghouls feasting on regrets of past lives, cataloguing the inert feeling of deja-vu, in your grey pocket-sized notebook. Forsake the hand you hold each passing night, as stardust crashes onto dew powdered cheeks. Thank you for reading!

It’s forever cold – The ring on my thigh... While stargazing The void sky. Bruised skin digs For gold, where There’s none. For the wild child Left on soaked pavements – Frost is familiar. Warmth – an alien Dismissed when Sun greets Moon. Thank you for reading!

Flip the pearly hourglass Upside-down On the ruffled frock. Call me names! Counting the grains Until we are consumed by The neon smudged facade. Time - digging trenches in Our overused bag of tricks. A children’s game played By petulant adults. Thank you for reading!