By The Fire

Her ponytail loosened with a single sip.

By the end of her first glass she had completely let her hair down.

She wore the tie around her wrist to prove it.

Milk And Wine

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She bathed in milk and rose petals,

Drank wine in a long stemmed glass.

She washed away the frustrations of motherhood,

Sipping wine to fuel and armour herself for the week ahead.

 

It was a joint effort.

Jumping Castle

The bounce has lost its affect. Swiped shoulders and bumped heads no longer carry an aftermath of sweet apologies, cuddles and laughter; now it’s all raised eyebrows and blame. The cost is higher, the line is longer and the time is shorter.

The jumping castle is gone, deflated and packed away.

The pavement rocks a rainbow of greys and the bounce has left our heels.

Oh, to be a kid again.

Desperate Measures

She rolled herself in double sided tape, webbed her fingers with mesh and smeared glue under her feet. She screwed hooks into her back, latched loops onto her fingertips, strung webs across her body and stood, arms wide towards the world, waiting and waiting.

She just wanted to catch a break.

Chicken

She glued eggshells on her heart so as no one could see it was broken.

She covered her mind in eggshells so as no one could see it was cracked.

She fastened eggshells to her shoes in an attempt to tread lightly.

Chicken.

Tough Love

She stole white lines and crisp waters to still the rising ocean. With a kiss the white wash crashed over her. Thrashed to the shore gasping for air, for forgiveness, she was not cleansed but dragged back under by the current of life.

She awaited further judgment.

From herself.