Viking Girl Scribbles

Spin spindle, spin. I whisper magic, make the thread strong. Bind him with sorcery. Weaving lust, spinning desire. Colouring the yarn the shade of my eyes. A cloak for his broad shoulders. Protecting him from the storm. Reminding him of my heat. Return, return, return to me.

the first bead your eyes were bottomless wells where coins and unfulfilled dreams slowly drowned beautiful lies about eternity spellbound me the second bead of your hands my words are not enough though my skin that tells of how they wandered night after night over naked skin   the third bead in your arms the maps of my country were redesigned virgin land broken into pieces and my eyes’ waterfall drowned the earth gave birth to deluge the fourth bead we let our words become swords slash the air between us two and cutting all promises the shiny scars on my hands prevent me from signing the peace treaty the fifth bead your love is like the ocean infinitely beautiful fatal and unpardonable shipwrecked, without sight of land the sixth bead you dug a hole in my chest removed what you found and kept it lost it being heartless you know not the difference

I was sitting in my boyfriend’s car, and I was so very bored. Which was nothing new, it was how I usually spent my Saturday nights. He and his friends would all meet up in the town square, talk and laugh and smoke, take laps around the center of town when the cops drove by one time too many and play loud music from their custom made car stereos. There were a couple of girls there too, some of them were girlfriends like me, others were what I called roadkill, girls willing to let a guy cop a feel for a night riding in his car.  Part of my job as Simon’s girlfriend was to ride shotgun, keep my mouth shut and let him put his arm around me when he wanted to show me off. Don’t get me wrong. I really liked him and he was very good looking. His brown hair was always in need of a cut, which was kinda cute, his jeans were always hanging low enough for them to look cool and he filled out his white t-shirts just fine.  When I closed my eyes and let my hands roam over his shoulders a...

There he is, as handsome as ever, looking as if nothing special had happened. Or did I dream it all? Was there never a moment of complete understanding between us? I close my eyes briefly, collect my scattered thoughts and fragmented memories, and there, clear as day, I see it all again. I was watching the ocean, letting the breeze cool my cheeks and play with my hair. I had run away from my own birthday party. Mother would never forgive me if she knew I escaped my duties, but the tediousness wore me down and I ran before I would be rude to anyone. Footsteps coming closer, I knew it was him, he didn’t startle me when he suddenly stood there next to me. We stood there overlooking the ocean, with one glance he knew how I felt. No words were said and I relaxed into our mutual silence. "Your mother will soon come looking for you, you know." He turned to look at me, still leaning on the banister. Ridiculously handsome in his white suit. I suppressed the need to run my finger...

i wish i could tell you how i feel. little words. big meanings. hold my hand. i want to feel you here next to me. you don’t have to speak. big words. little meaning. feel my heart beating. i need you to understand. how i feel about you.

feelings. crawling around under my skin. burning my eyes and constricting my throat. anger. tears and hopelessness. nothingness. missed opportunities. being a coward. feelings. slipping through my fingers. time. illusions. never enough. wanting to scream. not finding my voice. talking and talking and talking. alone. chipped nail polish. keeping up appearances. everything is alright. crying. silent screams. swallowing the lump in my throat. eyes dry. only skin deep. no substance. feelings. no words come. frustration. staring into space. apathy and mania. too many feelings. enough.

I have my fingers crossed Only a few minutes Before certainty Will you look my way Has another caught you I have my fingers crossed A lump in my throat Your voice is heard High pitched laughter My body is ice Translucent I have my fingers crossed You stumble She keeps walking Never moving from my spot I'm just a girl Invisible, without voice