The Ravings of an Insomniac

Last night I dreamt of you I dreamt you long-haired and walnut pigmented I dreamt you short haired and pastel stained I dreamt you all the shades of the rainbow and monochrome I tried to mould this you to a memory, but the canvas blurs and suddenly I can’t trace your face the colours merge … Continue reading The Ravings of an Insomniac

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A CRY FOR HELP ISN’T ALWAYS SOMETHING TO BE HEARD (II)

  She used to dream of being an actress a woman dressed in the finest masks people would gather encircle her in warmth and spotlights. “Here I am,” she would say – or think – She can’t remember.   She knew how to cry on cue how to force a smile, laugh with her waist … Continue reading A CRY FOR HELP ISN’T ALWAYS SOMETHING TO BE HEARD (II)