Kirsty Lee : Writing

Dead Trees

Dead Trees

A Story by Kirsty Lee


I see diamond leaves and wilted trees. The dead foliage appeals to me. It smells like lemons and an ammonia sting. The burn goes straight to my nost..
Chapter One.

Chapter One.

A Chapter by Kirsty Lee


Midnight on Kings Street, a viral coronation of past meets future wrapped in this diabolical moment. He was perched on the top step of Lord Chatterl..
The Butler.

The Butler.

A Book by Kirsty Lee


Charles Fleet comes back to the Chatterley townhouse after fifteen years. Much has happened since. Such as..his new mission, his fathers death, and a ..
Gardens of Flesh and Dreams

Gardens of Flesh and Dreams

A Poem by Kirsty Lee


In the Garden of Flesh, my desires can not come true. Folds of gray matte with black, all I hold onto is washed away in white. Dare I, open t..
Heartache.

Heartache.

A Poem by Kirsty Lee


When I cry, it rainsbeautiful petals-destructivesmearing faults into a mixture of shamedripping down my face.
If I.

If I.

A Poem by Kirsty Lee


If I wanted diamonds I would work the mines. Cover myself in jewels and pretend to be divine. If I wanted gold I would sell my so..
ill.

ill.

A Poem by Kirsty Lee


Of all the times where fear has escaped us,once was enough for my soul to take.Tell me the reasons, the reasons for madness.Like the night before Wint..
Season

Season

A Poem by Kirsty Lee


Care to show your pleasureas wicked as the day was done.Sliding over my bodymaking us feel like one.Care to tell me what is inthe fading moonlight of ..
Rapture.

Rapture.

A Poem by Kirsty Lee


I began to touch the sun, and with a flinch I fear I was burned. The tinge of fear could not keep away brilliant bleeding flesh. ..
Something in the Scent

Something in the Scent

A Poem by Kirsty Lee


i have no idea.

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