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Tag: mental illness

Fight Night

Claret on cotton and hearts on sleeves; words that hurt and eyes that bleed. After too much truth serum, I … More

breakups, fight, heartbreak, mental illness, poem, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, relationships, writing

Meant To

Apparently, you’re not supposed to smile when a cat scratches you. That’s what he told me when he realised that I … More

blood, depression, mental illness, poem, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, self harm, self injury, suicidal ideation

Sandwiches

No, ​I don’t mind making the sandwiches for the picnic—it’s strangely satisfying to slice the cheddar for your Ploughman’s using the same knife … More

depression, fear, mental illness, poem, poetry, prose poem, relationships, self harm, self injury

Diary Entries – 11/52

Monday super sad again today, choosing names for children that I’ll never have. Tuesday thinking about that time we took … More

Daily Diary, diary, grief, journal, memoir, mental illness, notebook, poem, poetry, prose poem, prose poetry, prosetry, real life, writing

Weeping Women (1937 & 2017)

I saw a Picasso painting and it fucked me up because it wasn’t oil on canvas, it was a mirror. … More

art, artists, depression, ekphrasis, ekphrastic, mental illness, modern art, Picasso, poem, poetry, portrait, Tate Modern, writing

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

I am, I am, I am

1. I am a letter. I have been sliced open and arranged with all the others. Important / ignored / … More

mental illness, poem, poems, poetry, self portrait, triptych, writing

Wild Horses

You mix my medication into a pot of vanilla yoghurt and instruct me on how to eat. Open. Come on. … More

breakdown, CNF, creative non fiction, memoir, mental illness, prose, real life, relationships, short prose, writing

Found in Phone Notes

09:23 The last time I met Emily Dickinson in my dreams we had coffee and ice cream, and I taught … More

depression, dreams, grief, mental illness, poems, poetry, prose poetry, trauma, writing

City Triptych

1. Thursday night in the city / 10pm-ish I think / I’m busy / doing nothing / watching / the … More

books, city, depression, drunk, LDN, London, mental health, mental illness, monologue, observation, poem, poetry, suicidal, suicide, writing

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