There’s this man
He whispers in her ear
his words turn her soul black
he showers her neck with kisses
those load her veins with acid
It burns her alive
In the supreme climax of life,
that’s where he finds her,
In that moment, that exact same moment
Her demons come alive
The forgotten nightmare returns
He moves away …
and as he leaves
he covers her in a blanket of dirt
The dirt that’s: her shame,
Her duty is his pleasure
His pleasures are her monsters
Writer, always Wife and Mother first. Perfect is overrated, I am flawed and yet loved. Now that I don’t chase perfection, I can chase my dreams.
I have completed a "Write a Novel" course in 2015 through S.A. Writers’ College and passed with a distinction. I also completed the Copy-Editing and Proof-reading course through them in March 2016.
My first Manuscript of 60 000 words has been written and currently seeking a publisher.
I have been writing poetry since I was 14 and the reason/inspiration behind all my writing is a stand against women abuse. It is a cause that I hold close to heart.
Something that started as an outlet for feelings too ghastly to speak about has turned into my passion.