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Tag: Hijacked Amygdala

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

Pretty Ugly (Sorry, Baby)

Most days I do not paint it. It remains a blank canvas, hollow eyes upon cotton white, pale lips that … More

beauty, death, depression, drunk, Hijacked Amygdala, love, memory, mental illness, poem, poetry, relationships, sad, suicide, writing

Fruitcake

I don’t know if this ache is heartbreak (a) or cocaine (b) or my body physically manifesting all the mental pain … More

addiction, depression, drugs, form, heartbreak, Hijacked Amygdala, insanity, mental health, mental illness, poem, poetry, rhyme

Lifetime

You’re supposed to make the most of borrowed time but I never asked for mine I was sold a lie … More

death, Hijacked Amygdala, life, mental health, poem, poetry, rhyme, spoken word, time, writing

Now You Are 71

In the darkness I swayed, numb and unsteady in platform heels, outside the place where you used to live, looking … More

birthday, death, family, grief, Hijacked Amygdala, life, loss, love, memory, poem, poetry, prosetry, writing

The F Word

“What are you afraid of?” she asks, pen poised over the page of her notebook that is otherwise blank apart … More

conversation, dialogue, fear, freedom, Freud, help, Hijacked Amygdala, language, life, mental illness, prose, psychoanalysis, suicide, therapy, writing

As You Lay Dying

I got our ‘goodbye’ wrong. All of those rehearsals and I got stage fright, fluffed my lines, fucked it up … More

afterlife, death, grief, Hijacked Amygdala, journal, memory, mortality, notebook, poem, poetry, words, writing

SCUM*

They are cooking a roast dinner. She is rifling through the drawers, searching for her favourite knife, and he is … More

dark, flash fiction, Hijacked Amygdala, language, life, love, mental illness, radical feminism, relationships, short prose, true crime, violence, writing

Watch Me

The moon drags my mood in tides I am a voyeur of my own demise Watch me watching me through eyes … More

BPD, depression, diary, eupd, Hijacked Amygdala, journal, life, madness, mental illness, notebook, personality disorder, poem, poetry, writing

The Dream House

I should’ve realised that we weren’t going to make it on that sunny June afternoon when we were wandering around … More

dreams, family, future, Hijacked Amygdala, home, life, love, madness, mental illness, motherhood, poetry, prosetry, reality, short prose, suicide, writing

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