M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 65

Daily Drivel – Haikus

Hello! Five words again today and yet more haikus; they can be read on their own or together, up to you! The words are: deceit, dangerous, horror, people, idea

Have you ever seen
anything as deceitful
as politicians

The idea that They
give a damn about people
brings danger to all

Eldritch and Lovecraft
Horrors could conjure less fear
Than this existence

Not Yours

When are you giving me back my sleep?
You keep me awake so late each night,
I watch the sky creep dark to light,
And it’s not yours to keep.

When are you giving me back my eyes?
I avoid mirrors for the fear
Of hating what I see in there,
And they’re not yours to make cry.

When are you giving me back my tongue?
It’s clamped down, pressed to roof in mouth
So words you don’t want to hear won’t come out.
It’s not yours to hold to ransom.

When are you giving me back my self?
If you won’t be what I...

Raife and Dexter Are Getting Married

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Warm Hands

The slip of the record from its sleeve conjures just as much nostalgia as the music itself will once William lowers the needle to play. He pictures a dance floor, crowded and joyful, couples and groups dancing together though all moving as one. The first notes of the music playing transport him back there; with warm, wide hands on his hips, soft smiles in between kisses, and a voice twinning with his own in song.

The lyrics and beat continue to perform their usual time travel, leaving...

Pockets

I turn out my pockets, wanting that he sees
Many of the oddities that comprise me.
The floral-print lined ones I think that he knows
Represent my girliness, the things not on show.
The bright smiling-faced ones that cause him to grin
Show me on my best days and joy that’s within.
I don’t mind showing those that need stitching and patching,
Knowing that to darn them’s his only reaction.
The ones that are to my eyes not worth being saved
He pries from my fingers and with needle, engraves.
The ones that ...

Raife and Dexter Are Getting Married – Pinterest

Rumour

The rumour was one that had taken a grip on Enzo when he was young. He’d grown up dreaming of the sea, wistfully staring out his bedroom window when he couldn’t be there himself. Enzo loved the beach, spent every moment he could out on the sand, or in the water. People told him he was more at home in the sea than on land, and Enzo couldn’t argue; out there in the water, the rumour felt closer, and more real.
Aged twenty-one, out on a paddleboard alone on his birthday, the rumour rose from the...

Let Go

Possession is ugly; like a long-smudged bedroom window.
And mistrust a route only lit by shadow.
Obsession… You know… Only leads to bad…things.
And jealousy! It leaves you chasing your tail in rings.
And yet. You do it.
You KNOW you do.
You tell yourself you try not to,
But whether that’s true
Or not, you still find yourself always on edge,
Over analysing a single word said.
Looking for the things that are going to hurt.
Compounding the problem. And making it worse.
Stop chasing the things
That just CAN’...

Gone

How is Oliver supposed to function now he’s gone?

The world is still there, but everything is different, like the air around him is waiting for Dean’s return. The clack of Oliver’s coffee cup against the kitchen counter rings far louder than it needs to, like it wants to draw Dean’s attention, evoke the teasing voice that used to follow about him being heavy-handed. The space in the shower cubicle now seems cavernous, pressing back in wait for Dean to step in behind him slipping his arms ...

Observer

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There are
Raindrops on my window
Shielding me from a bright blue moon that sits
Like low hanging fruit
In the late night sky.
It's not mine for the picking.
Such bodies aren't meant for the likes of me
To do anything but observe.
Yet you sit there beyond my window
Where the moon sits
Like it was made to honour you,
To light your way and lift your load.

I know, if I leave this windowsill,
Creep downstairs and
Creak the front door open, let
My toes sink into the...