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Tag: murder

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

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

120220

CW: violent death, suicide, murder “Hang on,” you said eyes on the rearview blue lights behind mounting the kerb to … More

death, free writing, grief, life, memory, mental illness, murder, poem, poetry, social media, suicide, tragedy, trauma, writing

091019

I don’t want to spend the rest of my days turning your socks inside out (I know that I don’t … More

death, diary, friendship, grief, journal, life, London, murder, notebook, poetry, prosetry, relationships, sadness, writing

Somebody

Stumbling out of the pub last night we heard the helicopter before we saw it. “Air ambulance,” he said. “Trouble … More

anger, city, crime, crisis, death, humanity, justice, knife crime, life, London, murder, poetry, politics, prison, prosetry, rant, society, writing

​Friends in Low Places

A stranger came up to me one night on the South Bank to tell me that she always sleeps with … More

city, crazy, death, humanity, life, London, madness, memories, murder, notebook, strangers, suicide, summer, writing

[UPDATE]

This is my life, at the moment (subject to sudden and unexpected change, of course): I had lots of blood … More

addiction, alcohol, anxiety, babies, bipolar, blogging, BPD, drugs, drunk, family, ffs, fuck it, health, help, kill me, luv ma fanzzz, miss you, murder, neurology, on the dole, paranoia, pub grub, sex, suicide, trouble, why why why, writing, wtf
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