Transformation

I walk through the grey
My rite of passage
You burden me with generous gifts along this path
And though these gifts I did request
I am not prepared to receive them
Or slay the demons that lurk between the old and new 
But I haven't forgotten how
To place my reluctant foot before the other
This I do know
And the new is nearing now

Feast of Fear

They served up her dreams on a plate
And tied a bib around her neck
But when the fork approached her mouth
She shut it tight
Refusing to bite
Turning away with a scowl
The revelation and the horror
That she preferred to hear her stomach growl

Kind of Ugly

She may be beautiful

She doesn't know

Don't bother trying to convince her so 

She thinks she's hideous in fact

The kind of hideous that will only turn the ugly heads

With appetites

That will only be satisfied by her brand of beauty

She'll never be the kind of pretty that your kind of ugly 

Is looking for

The Lightening

I slipped through a gap in the curtain of perception
And saw my reflection there
Then time and pain fell away
The meagre crop of hindsight and anticipation
And now, I have now
Nothing but this now
And my light flickers bright
Once again
Once again
It is me that I see
With eyes like flints of onyx aflame
And nothing
Nothing will ever extinguish this light again

Instalife

Roses and cupcakes
And honey-skinned girls in bikinis
All the things you devour 
Between chores in your reality
All that you desire
Is just a dance floor for your index finger
Puppies and fiddle leaf figs
Cerulean skies over turquoise water
Hammocks strung between palm trees
And the perfect shade of a greasy red 
Smears the rim of a vintage cocktail glass
Moments spill into days 
of forgetting where we are 
Cluttered by reminders of who we should be