death-mistakes and regrets

A cut so neat and precise, easily worthy of any trained surgeon appeared on her wrist, as she felt the blade sink in to her soft, warm freshly tanned skin she turned her head to face him. Her jaw slowly sank, her eyes seemed quite different to how they normally look, no sparkle, you could… Continue reading death-mistakes and regrets

Nocturnal Encounter

…Meca lay quietly in Clayton’s room, awaiting his arrival. How she had longed for this moment for all these years. The smell of candle wax and patchouli flooded the room, low music in the background. In the distance she hears the front door open and his feet stumbling up the stairs. Meca giggles quietly remembering… Continue reading Nocturnal Encounter