Paws of a Lioness

Her paws. The palms bounced

to and fro on the climbing rocks,

Claws intact, slightly overgrown

and worn. Senior years, I’d assume

But what defines age? Her eyes

had a spritz of youth sprayed into

the marble spheres. She saw me.

I stared back. My eyes had creases

at the sides. Hypocrisy pinged the

moment for that second, and I

knew that she’d see me as the

steak of all desires – a feast to

herself – who could blame her?

She’s an animal.

I saw the enclosure cage her wild

instinct. She once screamed to be

free, but now, she lost the fight

within her roaring soul to even

think about running on African

plains.

And as beautiful as she was, and

as grateful as I was to see such a

glorious creature, this was not the

chosen way of seeing her, like this,

Because it was not the life she chose for her and her feline paws.

Flakes

Sometimes I talk to myself and hear the raindrops

crash onto the wavering steps; my feet cannot cross the bay

of last can-opened beginnings, prised open with eyes

like Siberian huskies, pulling the sleigh of daffodils to the

forefront of frost. As soon as my hands touch the cold

gems, the flakes disappear, and like that – life is there, for a moment.

Blog: Busy bees need their sleep, too… you know?

Hi guys!

This will be a very quick and brief blog post but I’m hoping to write a bigger one sometime very soon to update you all!

I’m currently writing this on my iPhone so if the blog turns out in a scattered mess, that’ll be why!

How are you all doing?

The past few weeks have been busy and crazy for me. I finally graduated last Friday!! I still can’t believe that little ol’ me got an English degree! I’ll write more about it in my next blog post. Hoping to do it either later on today or tomorrow when I’m not falling asleep (because then I’d just ramble like this and forget to finish my sentences so it would end up talking about giraffes and suddenly the

 

-blog post finishes as I enter the land of nod without telling you guys the juicy gossip!-

 

Anywat, please do comment and let me know what you’ve been up to, whether it be with writing or in general life!

 

Love,

Zoe. X

BLOG: SURPRISE!

Hi guys!

I’m sorry that I have not been keeping up to speed on my blog over the past couple of months. I was so consumed with revising all different types of literature along with having the monumental task of writing my dissertation – I didn’t have much time on my hands for anything else!

In fact, most of my evenings were spent in front of my laptop as I typed away endless sentences in the kitchen. I cannot tell you the relief I felt when I handed in my dissertation at the end of April. I had my last exam a couple of weeks ago and it’s fair to say that when the exam had finished, I was out of that room faster than Usain Bolt(Olympics 2020 here I come!).

Since then, I had to catch up on sleep. To some, sleep is the norm but for me, I ended up resorting to getting a few hours sleep all night and my body had accustomed to it (I don’t recommend this). I feel a bit more refreshed and revitalised! (Makes it sound like one of those beauty adverts that advertise moisturisers on the tv!).

Although, you’re probably wondering if the hard work paid off.

*cue drumroll*

*bites nails*

*scratches head*

*drumroll keeps playing and by this point, everyone has lost attention on what they were originally waiting to hear the result of*

*kicks drum away*

Ok, so enough of that. I’m pleased to tell you all that I achieved a 2.1 in my dissertation! This is an upper second class classification and if you’re not from the UK, I’m not sure what the equivalent is in other countries – but hey, that’s what Google is for, right? Search away!

Last year, I was so upset with my second year grades that I had achieved a high 2.2 overall with all of my grades combined together. The thought of quitting crossed my mind but I had already completed one year so thought “what will be, will be” – especially if I worked my arse off in the final year – WHICH I DID, LET ME TELL YOU. My arse has been worked off so much that it’s now flat as a pancake, I kid you not. (Nah, just kidding, it’s still there – but metaphorically, I did work my arse off).

In my final year, I have achieved 2.1’s in every assignment including my dissertation. 2.1’s of all variations – even high 2.1’s – nearly firsts! I have never been so proud of myself. I made my final year about me – I cut out all dating episodes (guys), exercised, and focused on myself for once so that I could look back and say “Either way, however this degree ends up being classed as, I gave it my bloody best shot!”

To even achieve a 2.1 in my dissertation (which was written about Shakespearean villains) is such an achievement in itself. So… UNIVERSITY IS OVER! I graduate in July so I’ll keep you updated. I’ve been having some weird dreams about it – dreading walking across the stage in front of all the gawking eyes. I’m sure I’ll fall over. I’m hoping I won’t but I’ll have to try walking in my heels before the date arises as I tend to walk like Bambi when I wear heels – my legs go all over the place. It’s like I’ve had one too many to drink when really it’s my lack of balance!

Since then, I’ve also been having driving refresher lessons. I passed my test previously but I’m now having some extra lessons to boost my confidence and get me back on the road (as I will be buying my very own car shortly! – It’s all happening!). It was very weird, though. Everything that I had learnt previously automatically came back to me – even my driving instructor was surprised at my memory! (I surprised myself as usually my memory is like a goldfish, in particular, Dory from Finding Nemo!)

How are you all doing? Keep me updated on what I’ve missed!

Until next time,

Zoe. X

No Way Out

His hand touched my arched
back, a snake wrapping around
the crucifixion of daylight, for the night
is young, fresh blood will dry.
The branches were higher than
my chest, my small body was stuck
in the maze of dread, and
I, the pawn in their game of chess.
A golden bow flew across the
darkened skies, the only shining
memory of my misfortunes and
regrets. The hand grabbed the back of
my weighty neck, turning me full circle,
so that our noses touched. Scars appeared
on the side of its face, a fighter in a past
life with broken bones, and the memories
were gone. I walked away from the thing
and attempted to escape, I broke the chains,
I climbed the branches, falling to my
knees, I hit my head on the glass,
covered with human fingerprints. I looked
through the glass to see the other side,
I only saw the giants watching in, realising
that I was stuck inside the television.

Anonymous: Timelines and Newsfeeds

Laptop screens light up our youthful faces
as we scroll down our bursting social media
timelines and newsfeeds, the gobbling goblin
that consumes each face with fake stories.
We cannot help ourselves to keep scrolling
and scrolling further down the prying page.
Someone sends a message, the notification
appears, an unfamiliar face – but the finger
scrolls the cursor down to click on the—

Error: 150 message not found.

The Groaning Goblins in the Sewer

I pay my bills, I pay my taxes.
I see the bank machines swallow
up my earnings, and hear the
goblins groan with their
fingerless gloves.

Lemon juiced pigs keep taking
and taking and taking. The notes
scrunch together in a sewer that
reeks of pinpricked ears and oblivion.

I bite my tongue, holding back the
clear truth of what lies beneath
the dark, swallowing sewer.