I drink purple-black poison
But we loved with a love that was more than love
Didn’t we?
Promises whispered, fashioned from glass
Then lived by me, while escaping my grasp
Subconsciously tapestries, woven from sand
Where only damage lingers
Hand in hand
With the abandoned child, in you.
That same girl
Reflected in pieces of shattered mirror
Once made from my face
The fragmented reflection of
Some passionate, once noble fool
Who should’ve listened to instinct
Crawling over tissues
Like arachnid’s legs
Who should’ve felt that your heart
Was dead and cold
Who truly thought that we would grow old
Who was I?
To think that you’d change?
Cold blood of the darkest shade
I didn’t want to have to
Walk away, in tragedy
Soul the only thing left, of me

to lose…

© 2019 Steve Naisbitt

Steve Naisbitt is the deeply cynical and bitter forty-something author of ‘Among the Dead’ book one of his ‘Black Metropolis’ sci-fi noir trilogy. In addition to working on ‘Envy the Dead’ the second novel, he writes for his WordPress sites ‘Darkgingerbread’ and ‘Blackwater Ink’. He is currently seeking representation for his debut novel. He has designs on the film and television industry through his passion science and dark fiction.

Steve claims to have been writing since he could hold a crayon. Fascinated by people and relationships from an early age; the medium of storytelling fired his imagination. Family deaths and the loss of his cherished younger brother fuelled his interest in death, grief and the darker more painful side of the human experience. It coloured his writings intensely. Cares and sorrows are what drive him to explore the world, from a shadow side perspective.

By the time he’d endured high school Steve was obsessed with ‘the story’ and the mechanics of its telling. Nightmares, grief, loneliness and the psychological fractures of heartbreak are the beating heart of his work; inspiring the creation of an alternate reality Imperialist United States and the fictional cyberpunk hell of Golgotha.