Not A Mother

“You can’t say anything It’s not your problem Don’t get involved” Sometimes I want to knock on your door and … More

She, in September

In all of her dreams you are in trouble. • There is something about being in hospitals that makes her … More

1 / This whole “life” thing would’ve been a lot easier, for me and everyone else, if only my parents … More

Most of her sentences begin with, “I used to.” She used to be / to go / to enjoy / … More

Girl is finding it hard to write. Miserable, broken, easier to just fall. To write honest work the stuff that … More

There it goes, her life, into the fire. Pages baptised with teenaged tears, up in flames. Overdue relief induced by … More

Across 1. You’ve got all of the clues 2. I’ve even filled in 3. Some of the answers for you … More

We’ve said it seriously a few times before we really need to stop we cannot possibly carry on like this … More

Do I just need fresh air Will I be better elsewhere Or is it that My lungs are diseased That … More

A poem for the 26th day of NaPoWriMo. Originally published on Hijacked Amygdala here.