Atropos

Thornéd crown, ensnared in a quiet hour, she’s

fair, but tainted. Breath trickles dull from fine lips

rested neatly over him, silken honey,

false on his marred skin - 

darkness binds them. Spooling his fraying string, her 

wilted stems cut swiftly, he weakens, frail: a 

heaving muted heart in ribs; caged. She whispers,

breakable nothings.

Home

I’m tied to you

Like the ocean to the moon

The weather breaking me, 

Could’ve wrecked us on the rocks

But I’m swaying into your arms 

Cos the high tides are worth the lows

If you pull me closer 

Cos after all these years on my own

I finally found the one who makes it feel like home

I’m craving you 

As you’re pulling my threads loose (pull the currents loose) pull my threading loose? 

It’s gravitational,

You’ve circled ‘round my waist

Til I’m trained to come at your call

And it’s strange how you make me move

Cos I’d never been in love before

And after all these years on my own

I finally found the one who makes it feel like home

And there’s distance we’ve covered

With miles between us

But you’re taming my carousel heart 

I have waded through the dark for you

I’ll wash over all your wounds 

Swell into you 

And after all these years on my own

I finally found the one who makes it feel like home

And after all these years on my own

I finally found the one who makes it feel like home

I finally found one 

You make it feel like home