raven-haired beauty

her raven hair was torn away, splattered red.

lost dreams

knowing what you could have had but what you never chased after is the most painful thing in the world.

sunset night

sheets of plated gold layered over cloudy opal,withered trees casting shadows over uneven pavements,the starry night awe, a raven caws. okay, imagine this. half-hidden behind fields that look emerald green from afar, the top of the sun is barely visible, yet you can see the yellow and orange rays seeming to shine through a thin

nightmares

when the clock ticks past six at night – tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock – a raven caws its sorrowsamong the outline of trees standing stark against a backdrop of a blackholeof lost dreams – my dreams are plagued with shadow monsters clawing futilely – lights just beyond its scabbed claws – the woman

The Girl with the Raven Hair

A short story about a girl who feels as if she is drowning after the death of her sister.