The Insomniac Writer

you have carved your face
in the stone of my heart
a graven image of a frigid flame
you have burned you words
in my oaken mind
you have branded me with your wicked name
 
You have fed me lies
on a plate of mistrust
the ruined manna from a god of mud
you have poured your wine
a vinegar Syrah
you have poisoned me with [...]

                Sharon Oldham checked her figure in the full-length mirror. It had taken half an hour and damn near eight head-to-toe changes to find the right outfit. The winner, a sexy skirt and blouse combo, had been a gift from her ex-husband. He had been a real prick, but he knew how to shop for [...]