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Tag: death

Baby Boy

cw/tw: drug abuse, suicidal ideation, graphic description of imagined death The last time I walked this far I was a … More

BPD, breakdown, cats, death, drug abuse, grief, mental health, mental illness, pandemic, pets, poem, poetry, suicidality, suicide, writers, writing

Apotropaic

Apotropaic Last night I found the earrings I was wearing when you died. I’ll never wear them again, but I … More

death, family, grief, life, loss, memory, mortality, poem, poetry, trauma, writing

Sink

He says he never brings girls back to his place because he’s embarrassed about his flat. I tell him that … More

alcohol, childhood, death, fiction, friendship, grief, life, prose, short prose, short story, trauma, writing

Savage

The night before you were killed, I was drinking at the pub where you were tending the bar. After the … More

crime, death, grief, London, mental health, mental illness, murder, poem, poetry, safety, violence, violence against women, writing

Ivy

I bought 10ft of artificial ivy once off t’internet / for pennies part of the Poison Ivy costume I was … More

advice, death, family, funeral, grief, illness, loss, memory, poetry, wisdom

High Enough

I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More

death, depression, dreams, grief, home, London, loss, memoir, mental illness, prose, real life, relationships, short prose, suicidal, suicide

Inheritance

You left us nothing but your everything You gave us nothing but your all no bank account, no savings, just … More

death, family, grief, Hijacked Amygdala, life, love, memory, poetry, prosetry, tribute, truth, writing

Daria & Pete

I would enquire, would ask exactly how they all met, but all the members of this party are now dead. … More

childhood, CNF, creative non fiction, death, family, grief, identity, life, London, memoir, memory, non-fiction, secrets, writing

A Brief History of Tea

I used to resent making my father cups of tea. “Why can’t you just make it yourself?” He’d just stare … More

CNF, creative non fiction, death, depression, England, essay, family, grief, memoir, memory, mental illness, non-fiction, psychosis, writing

Watch

1. Minutes these relentless finite minutes of mine he says we have to make ours count but I just count … More

death, depression, existentialism, life, love, mental illness, mortality, philosophy, poem, poetry, relationships, suicide, time, writing

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