The girl with the golden hair cries when she thinks no one's watching. But Pele stares out from the canvas, regarding her pain, commiserating. Kindly friends for them both would solve life's tormenting issues. Helping him to stay quiet while preventing her overuse of tissues. He decides she'd be glad of his company, that she… Continue reading Pele 2

She paints color into his character, not aware her passion brings him to life. He stills as she draws near, waiting to discover if today has been full of strife. He’s lonely, lying against the white canvas. Will she paint him a new friend today? She doesn’t know how much he misses her, whenever she… Continue reading Pele 1

The mad server's smile has turned upside down. What could be so bad that she needs to frown? Will her lips or cheeks crack? Thanks, I'll take my tip back! Oh, someone bring this poor woman a clown!

Your leaves grow longer than my arm. Where is your head? Split and cut, your blood should be leaking, but you crinkle instead. Taller than a basketball player and splayed wide, indiscreet, dwarfing me as I stand next to you, you live and you die, and then repeat.