I couldn’t burn it or someone would smell it. I couldn’t bury it or it would be noticeable, or throw it away, as someone would find it. I had no other choice. I grabbed it and pretended it was moth wings. Night fell as I slowly ate, and midnight came as I finished it. ‘Heart eating a heart.’ I could […]
My immediate thought was that I needed to get rid of my dew water. It was going to take me weeks to be able to fill up the whole jug again, if not longer. He smiled at me, still holding her heart. ‘Cœur.’ He said. ‘Seems fitting for you to be the one to catch me.’ ‘Only an idiot wouldn’t.’ […]
False violet, Robin runaway, Star violet. Dewdrops. I have always been fascinated by dew, ‘The waters which spring from the heart.’ I had always thought it a metaphor, or a legend to explain it, emerged from a less scientifically developed era. Many people of the past viewed dew as an elixir for immortality, a substance that originated from the tree […]
Catching moths is surprisingly easy. I learnt this as a child after my brother cut the palm of my hand open with our dad’s swiss knife. He licked the blade clean and left me to bleed out in our kitchen. Our parents were both out, I can’t remember where but I know we had run out of plasters. Afraid of […]
Wings for breakfast Dewdrops for lunch Heartstrings for dinner at midnight.