Emily KinsellaBurning desireI sit with the match in my hand, all it will take is one strike across the side of the box and it will light. One small flick of the wrist…May 13, 2017May 13, 2017
Emily KinsellaBrightest flames for a Brilliant demiseIt drips, mixing with the paint, making it a watery mess, the blue paint turning an awful rust colour. What am I doing? I don’t like…Feb 20, 2017Feb 20, 2017
Emily KinsellaScattered thoughtsI cannot fathom what could possibly be running through his mind, what thoughts could be staining his minds proverbial canvas. I wonder what…Feb 12, 2017Feb 12, 2017
Emily KinsellaDancing away the darknessI sit, my toes brushing lightly against the cold polished wooden floor. My fingers run across the black and white keys, playing a few…Feb 10, 2017Feb 10, 2017
Emily KinsellaI’ve always imagined what it would be like, the sweet embrace of death.I breathe deep, the smell of blood curling in the air around me, the sound of tearing flesh satisfying my need for pain, my hunger for the…Feb 6, 2017Feb 6, 2017