As will be seen, the fog Has faded. The high street Shunned it, chased It from its lofty perch High above the tarts in Cages who jeer below. You really aren’t understanding me. As your eyes accustom to The changing times, internet Sleuths will stalk you: the weakest Spot in the ordinary array of forces….
Storm Clouds
The darkness Before the coming rain Covers the room, and Enlarges the shadows. Your hatred of me Takes me under its dark wings: A cocoon, a shelter that Hides and chides, slowly becoming My view of myself. When I left, You told me that the rain was coming, And I didn’t believe you when You…
“Home in the North”
Content Warning- homophobia, violence, domestic abuse, strong language FADE IN: EXT. A RESIDENTIAL STREET IN MANCHESTER – LATE AFTERNOON Jack is walking down the street wearing his scruffy school uniform with a navy backpack hanging off one shoulder. He is paying no attention to where he is walking – he doesn’t need to; he walks…
“HOUSE PARTY”
Content Warning- strong language, violence, mild sexual themes The lights come up on a bathroom. Maddie and Alex are sat in the bath opposite each other, Dan is sat on the toilet (but not using it) and Anna is pacing around the small amount of floor space, occasionally re-arranging the floor mat – each time…
My Brew Today
If all myself and every side could brew like coffee in a cup on a dry dreary death bent silent room then mine brews over there where spillages show teardrops of Monday, fading yet true. The wind, a choice, glides in strides of striking size where smoke and steam are friends, a sight where smells…
The Final Twist
arriving soon. It bends before, narrows near ends, dreams suspend from rooftops where sparrows gleam as nature’s friends. there, it broods, alludes to dreams where paths are drawn as alleyways, arrow straight and stiff as arms that flail. Exhale. feel air where lanes bend and narrow near ends, the time to make amends.
Tell Your Therapist This
so it’s that time again: weeknight kale in wok pan, low level heat, the norm. playlist shuffles. plays unknown artist, this gorgeous rendition in corner of each iris. paints picture of storm from a palette inviting sensations, creating palpitations in heart overloading. it’s a brush- stroke on my chin hairs, where they once stood. I…
How to Disappear
Content Warnings: Eating disorder and self harm ‘You’re not going until you’ve finished.’ Mum watched and Poppy pretended to chew on the pasta that was slowly congealing on the plate in front of her. ‘Have you got your snack for later?’ ‘You should know; you packed it.’ Poppy wanted to scream but managed to…
An Ordinary Man, An Extraordinary Day
Mr Jones liked to think that ordinary was better. If you’re ordinary, you’re neither noteworthy for being smart, nor noteworthy for being dumb; neither talented nor useless. If you’re altogether B grade – do a bit of everything relatively well – then you slide right past others’ peripheral visions. He took pride in the fact…
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