By an anonymous author. “I’m lost,” She screams, But the words seem silly And they never quite make it out. “Yesterday I tried to cut myself with a razor, mum,” she says as she stands in front of the mirror letting the unsung words trickle onto the carpet As if they were blood. Her mum… Continue reading If-you-would-only-open-a-window
-5- How can I believe the lies you breathe? How can I trust your words of dust? How can I remember your love that is a dying ember? How can I care if you are my nightmare? F-29/11/19
it has been beaten bruised and torn apart folded and twisted around and stitched together again with fading scars it has been squeezed with playful laughter and gentle brushes it has been painted with pleasure and moulded like clay its canvas is a target made to hate the more it poured out its box made… Continue reading One Size Only
I am a warrior queen. Fear me. Dare to cross me. Strike me down. I will get back up. You may hit me, But I hit harder. Watch me throw a tantrum. Watch me cause a scene. I am chaos. I am in control. You fear me. You do not cross me. I strike you… Continue reading Boudica
-1- This is the eulogy to you, For someone I believed I knew, And for as many words and moments that are now lost, I think keeping you would have been a higher cost. My skin burns when I think of what could be, Of you with someone who isn't me. So, I write you… Continue reading Eulogy
