Marmalade on hot toast,
Melting and making the air smell orangey,
Coal fires smoking, warming and comforting.
Cold tears on my face,
Sat on a hillock, chilling to the bone,
Remembering where I should be right now.
Instead of embracing you,
I welcome frostbite, cold certainty,
Without you, my son, I have no "where I should be".
If only my desk was normally this tidy
Pain caused daily,
My heart belongs to you,
I couldn’t love you more,
Forgetting what you do.
In the depraved depths,
You slide through the shadows,
Hints of glints of weapons,
The making of many widows.
Murderer you are by heart,
Shifter you are by trade,
By blood you are my daughter,
You I will never betray.
This was a three word prompt given to me by Emma Jane Marie from the Facebook group Writers' Soapbox. The three words were love, Pain and Shifter.
Warmth overcomes me,
As I leave the filth behind me,
Wallowing didn’t help me.
Meeting you was serendipity.
This was a three word prompt given to me by Fa Ri from the Facebook group Writers' Soapbox. The three words were serendipity, filth and warmth.
This was a three word prompt given to me by Ally Atherton from the Facebook group Writers' Soapbox. The three words were marmalade, tears and frostbite.