untainted star

honest lines draw across her skin but he can’t see with blood in his mouth transmission continues I read your code pegged loosely whipping in the breeze making sin out of nothing he stared at her from the cross remain pure she turned around and tapped her red heels three times I don’t belong I

Cider and Stars

My father’s teaching house was a wonderful, leaning thing, thick with toxic fumes and creativity. My school next door, however, an imposing beast. A glutton for unhappy children and alcoholic ladies, with red front teeth and spanking on their minds… After school dust followed me everywhere, sticking like an Australian summer. My mind already in Dad’s art-house,