Claret on cotton and hearts on sleeves; words that hurt and eyes that bleed. After too much truth serum, I … More
Tag: mental illness
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
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
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
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
High Enough
I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More
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
Wild Horses
You mix my medication into a pot of vanilla yoghurt and instruct me on how to eat. Open. Come on. … More
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
City Triptych
1. Thursday night in the city / 10pm-ish I think / I’m busy / doing nothing / watching / the … More
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