Conversations with Victoria

Longing Longing slides through my veins - molten lava instead of blood. A slow process that threatens to clog my arteries and, far from setting me free, will cremate me where I stand in fiery bondage.

Take me to the Edge Take me to the ledge of reason. Dance me over the edge of the precipice into the unknown, the danger zone, where love lies waiting. Surely it is waiting and looking for me to cut myself to ribbons on its sharp edges. Caught up in its thrall I might fall -  into that place where there are no prisoners.