Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill kissed on bridge over a lake in a park.  They loved each other very much.  Eventually Jack opened his eyes and looked down.  They were floating among the clouds, beside the moon and stars.  Everything looked very small.  Everything looked very silly.

They held each other tight, each hoping that they’d never fall back down.

Growing Up

Brittney was growing up.  That’s why she was packing her dolls away.  She was twelve years old, and all the other girls were interested in clothes, and TV, and boys.  That’s why they always made fun of her – because Brittney still watched Disney, and played dress-up, and wasn’t even sure she wanted to grow up.  It was scary.  But things had to change – or she did, just because people don’t like it when someone is different… especially when that someone is a girl.

Brittney sat alone in her room, and put all her toys, and dolls and board-games into a very big cardboard box.  She loved the reds, and yellow’s and green’s of her toys.  They looked so unloved and unhappy just lying there in the shadow of the box, instead of scattered around her room.

Brittney closed the lid, with a sigh, and sat on her bed.  She’d need to put posters of pop stars on her walls; she’d need to start reading girly magazines, and watching more TV.  She looked at the great big box in the middle of the room, and felt very very sad.

‘I won’t throw it away’, she thought to herself.  ‘Instead, I’ll find somewhere to hide it.  Somewhere no one will look’.

Brittney was a smart girl.

Love-Believe

You’re lonely, and you’re trapped, and afraid to find out who you are, or even ask yourself what you really think.  And so you search for love.  Anyone will do.  You want love like in the movies, and so you make believe – that you have something in common, that things are good, that the compromises you make to stay together are worth it.

But they’re not.

You need to stop making love-believe.  Instead, let me break your heart.  Come to me and taste the kiss of Nefertiti.  Swap safe love for destructive love.  Loose yourself in a new oblivion.  Dare to feel again.  Let me destroy you.  Afterwards, maybe we can piece a new you back together.  My name is Nefertiti.  I am the mistakes you never made.