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Another Psychosis, Another Involuntary Section

Another ID wristband—tethered to this earth only by name and number. Another locked room—unopenable from the inside, trapped in terror. … More

breakdown, hospital, love, mental health, mental illness, poem, poems, poet, poetry, psychosis, relationships, writers, writing

Heart(less)

I kept explaining my heart away. Too heavy to carry, too broken to mend, I dreamt that that mess of … More

body, love, memory, mental health, mental illness, poem, poetry, prosetry, relationships, trauma, writing

Snapshots of Us

How did we get here? Well, you saw a photograph of me in a magazine and said, “I have to know … More

CNF, creative non fiction, creative writing, frienship, love, memoir, memory, portraits, relationships, vignettes, writing

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

Icarus

It was a sad thing to discover that the sensation of your lit cigarette burying its hot head in the pale crook of … More

love, myth, pain, poem, poetry, relationships, violence, writing

’til Death

1. The problem with a blood pact is that you can’t take it back. 2. It looked like the scene … More

blood, friendship, life, love, memory, poem, poetry, punk noir, relationships, toxic, 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

One Time at Camden Lock

1 / I watch the man in the crumpled white shirt take a swig from his can of Stella and … More

alcohol, Camden Town, crime, life, London, love, memory, mental illness, murder, observation, poetry, prose, prosetry, relationships, short prose, short story

Cereal for Dinner

Sometimes, when consciousness was simply too painful for our sensitive souls, we would consume enough vodka, valium and zopiclone to … More

drunk, friendship, life, love, mental health, mental illness, overdose, poem, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, relationships, writing

Another Time at Camden Lock

It’s a strange feeling, this, to be left alone in the middle of a crowd, to be abandoned by people … More

Camden Town, depression, drunk, lies, London, love, poem, poetry, relationships, suicidal, writer, writing

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