He inhaled with a sharp wheeze,

Flames licked upon the back of his neck – he shakes his head.

He eyes began to film over and he no longer saw her.

She phased, contorted, became less than she was, had a hold of more than she did.

He used her tears as ammunition, her pauses as admissions of guilt she was unaware hung on her shoulders.

He danced her off her spinning platform and she found herself continually spinning.

Shotgun, oxygen depleted he saw her and couldn’t for all the length of his arms steady the frenzy which was pooling around her

Everything bigger than them knew what would crumble and what would not.

Yet could only watch each synapse come alive and die out, and not utter a word.

He was left with confusion brushing past him. Racing in a direction not knowing if he was running to or from.

She was left clinging to the hard concrete road – hoping that when she opened her eyes, the world would be still,

once again.


Guild of One

Lured onto a Isle where my people came,

Into a body that was not my own.

Scared, confused and embarrassed of continuing on,

I saw many races and classes moving quickly by me,

I chose to walk slowly and open my eyes to this world.

And see past it.

I left my cloak, chest, shoulders, gloves and boots. Carried useless things in my backpack. Upon my mount, ran around a fountain all day and all night, calling out.

Tempting people to come and show me their true self. That sort of thing is not done in this world.

When I saw what great strength I had built, I started a guild of men and women and made it my family.

I kept them close to me and treated them well.

Some became too close. Some drifted away.

I kept calling out for these men and women until my guild had ballooned to over 500 souls.

A family of warriors and healers.

More depended on me than I could keep safe, so I entrusted some of my leadership to a few select members.

We thrived in happiness and productivity.

Until our kindness allowed maleficent forces into our guild.

A man and a woman who were driven to success by destruction. A man and a woman who had gifts to tempt and confuse our family. And they created doubt and animosity among us.

Those with the greatest magic and power were tempted to leave to more affluent guilds.

Those whom were weakest, were made to feel devalued.

And it crumbled before us. They were made to leave before they could take our riches but the damage had been done. 

I told the last loyal few to go and continue their destiny elsewhere, there was nothing left for them. The great battles could not be won with so few.

Our people were scattered. Some made names as great warriors in other guilds. Some stopped living in this world and returned home.

But there is one I asked to remain. A young girl with growing powers. Deep and sensual magic she possesses. She retained our riches and stayed behind to gather supplies in great numbers.

For one day, when we are again strong, we will call our people back.

She alone holds the name of our guild safe. And long after people have forgotten our past glories and sorrow, we will rebuild.

But for the meantime, it is only a guild of one.





If you ever believe anything I say,

Believe this.

There is a ghost right beside you.

This ghost is not here to haunt you.

This ghost is not here to harm you.

This ghost is not here to love you.

This ghost, is here to observe you.

Observe everything you do and everything you feel-

He notices everything. He notices every time your face twitches in pain. Knows who it is that makes you smile, even when it doesn’t show upon your lips. He notes every nervous habit, every fear, every hope, every dream, every sin, every deed.

Good or bad.

At the end of a period of time that you could never measure, he stops observing.

As sudden as he began.

And he speaks to you.

At first you’re not sure what language he’s speaking.

You understand it, but don’t know how. Whatever language, he speaks slow and deliberate.

You understand him to be telling you the reason for watching you.

You understand him to say that you aren’t special.

You understand him when he says on a personal level that he is jealous of you.

You hear him tell you that being so near to you for this period of time, infected him.

He cries at night now.

He feels everything now.

He says you introduced him to emotions he cannot control.

He did not observe you control them either.

You understand him to say, he doesn’t know what to do. 




Dust rises from his steps where he is.


Slamming door, cracking wood. Unnoticed.

Smoke rises to the ceiling and creeps along the walls. People dwell here-

where he is.

Minds flit from thought to thought, never lingering for long, never delving too deep.

Everything here is gentle. The body contact, the words, the sounds…

a room filled with smoke and no intentions, with nothing deeper than the skin on their bodies.

And as his mind is gently rolling over thoughts, stopping for a moment to consider each picture in his head-

he thinks of me.

For a brief moment I can feel his mind scanning my eyes, drifting over my body… not too deep.

Sounds blare, lights flash. Where I am. Aware.

I’m aware of everything and everyone needing me, even within these walls. There is need with the clutter, with the wind howling nearby.

My emotional mind clashes with the night. It fights against the calm, argues with reason.

The air is heavy. So heavy.

Pain reminds me of more pain.

And I think of him. I think of where he is.

I notice everything. And I wish he could be here.

Bring the calm. Bring the smoke. Bring your heart.


Slowly waking, parting lips,

the warmth creeping away from my body like a shadow with the rising sun.

A diagonal weight across my chest for the lack of your hold. Reassurance in a new way- harsh, piercing.

Sinking in a circle, both my palms slipping down your chest.

A sound, a gasp – need.

I retreat into an idea, colours cover my face. My vision sweeps up the wall, along the ceiling.

Projections with mixed memories,

hands clasped, shades of grey

make it a reverie.

Sudden- static. A flash of tangled legs and I turn my head.

I smirk with tomorrow’s breath on my neck. And search alone for the warmth.