Creative Writing

~ I am an ethereal nomad, a homeless ghost, and deep within my heart is where I need salvation the most, yet I go unnoticed, with nobody left to haunt, my ribcage a barren landscape, my features pale and gaunt, […]

~ My soul is laden with the sins I’ve suffered before, and my scars are still weeping, red-rimmed and raw ~ my back bends and buckles beneath the weight of your lies, but I cling to the redemption in our […]

~ I hear it, my own private onomatopoeia, as my heart emits a 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 and I succumb to hopeless fear— I still wish you were here. ©️ j.sexton

~ I’m spiralling, drifting slowly downwards in ever-decreasing circles, descending into vaults and visitations, on the cusp of madness; I would wait for you, but I have already come undone, shedding fragments like blossom from a tree, yet in these […]

~ The time has come and I can no longer deny that our foolish games are the reason why walking away is the only option for me; it took one more disrespect to finally make me see that the monster […]

~ Picking apart the fragments of my fractured heart, waiting patiently for life to restart, I will try as hard as I can to solve the puzzle that is me, to exorcise my ghosts and finally be free, but if […]

~ My heart is a silent mansion, shuttered and austere, and I cannot ever promise that you will find what you need here, for hope is a slow poison that insidiously destructs, and my past has done its best to […]

~ Pale and ghostly, an apparition of herself, while her blood-stained hands clutch at her throat, willing herself to breath, but these endings linger on, for life has no meaning, now that you’re gone. ©️ j.sexton

~ Ruthless, I strip myself raw, paring my bones down to the marrow in an attempt to atone for imagined wrongs; sometimes, I cannot see my own worth, only an eternal parade of flaws and mistakes that caper before me […]