Creative

embodied, a woman. embodied. and proud. she knows. she is. she’s everything you vowed you would become. she’s everything you lust. she’s affable, efficacious, she’s someone you can trust. she’s the morning star Venus. she’s bare feet on warm earth. she’s the promise of Neverland. she’s the personification of mirth. except                         when                          she’s   not.   and some days, she is not. some days she embodies only her brokenness her loneliness her shame. yet she is still so beautiful. so beautiful, in that castle of pain. I suppose that she is both. I suppose I had failed to see

Death spoke to me through the whiteness. First red, then white, then Death.   He didn’t wear a cape or wield a scythe when he came to reap the early crop. He didn’t hold an hourglass as the last grains of sand fell.   There was no tome before him, and he held no quill made from the feather of a swan or a crow, no indelible ink to record my deeds and my fate. He wasn’t a jackal-headed man, not an animal of any description.   There was no boat, and no river, and no need for the payment of a golden

Context Our two main characters, ROB and CONNIE, knew each other when they were children. Both were born in London and went to the same school, before the Second World War broke out. Once it ended, they found solace in each other, fell in love and got married. Before the war, CONNIE loved to paint in her spare time, and ROB enjoyed carpenting as a pastime. What were avid hobbies soon became comfort, and the more their lives intertwined, so did their craft. CONNIE is a simple and beautiful brunette, who fell in love with Rob while he was working