T. L. MacRae

Lola. “I was only going about my boring little life and yet, something felt off, funny. A strange feeling that engulfed me no matter where I went or who I spent my time with. It was almost, no, it can’t be. Yet, I was sure someone had been inside my home. I didn’t think anyone would believe me.

Russell told Melody that if she ever left him, he would hunt her down across the world. Nowhere would be safe. She’d have nowhere to hide, no one would be able to help her. Taking her chance, Melody left him and never looked back...

Sad Faery Poems Volume Two is a continuation at actively choosing to live life in a present manner after a lifetime of isolation, avoidance and disassociation.

“I am already a ghost. The girl everyone only loved when she was either high or drunk. The women made invisible by recovery” It is easy to cast judgement upon others you may say, can I do that to myself? Dearest, that is what I do best!

Cole has everything he could want; a respectable job, loyal friends, a new girlfriend whenever he pleases. Cole is charming, a perfect representation of modern masculinity.

In the third instalment of the series, Conversations with Myself is a deeply shattering collection of poems about survival and hope. Hope, once a negative influence, now a possible bright light and worthy companion.

When abused again by another man, Scarlett falls into an intense void of anguish and torment. Screaming and crying to the heavens for God or the angels to protect and help her. Her cries go unanswered and time passes slowly.

A short collection of poems about Christmas time. Christmas is supposed to be magical, a fun time of year. Christmas has never been about Christianity or religion for me. It was always a time of abuse and fear, a time when family was forced to be in close proximity.

“A tempestuous ocean to my infernal volcano. You will drown me. Before I get a chance to burn you alive” Raw, provocative, and sexy. Kink Erotic Poetry is a mixture of fantasy and reality. Poetry and fiction. It is pleasure indulged. What’s real? What’s fiction?