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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

Want

“What do you want?” “I want to chew on your bones // to go back to 2008 and stop her … More

addiction, CNF, creative writing, life, memoir, mental illness, poem, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, relationships, writing

When I First Bled – Commended Winner in The Poetry Society’s National Poetry Competition 2021

I’m so excited to share this news with you… My poem ‘When I First Bled’ is a commended winner in … More

competition, National Poetry Competition, National Poetry Competition 2021, NPC 2021, poem, poetry, poets, prize, The Poetry Society, writers, writing

Ways In Which Your Body Stopped You From Living Your Dreams

You wanted to be a prima ballerina but childhood malnourishment & dire poverty made your bones too weak, your tiny … More

addiction, body, childhood, dreams, mental illness, poem, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, self harm, writing

Liberteens

“Located in a peaceful and secluded part of Southgate, Priory Hospital North London is set within a striking Grade I … More

addiction, alcohol, childhood, drugs, memories, mental illness, nostalgia, overdose, poem, poetry, teenage, teenagers, teens, youth

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

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

Mercy

Standing on the cliff edge two steps away from certain death I hurled the contents of the velvet box into … More

heartbreak, magazine, memory, mercy, poem, poet, poetry, The Hungry Ghost Project, trauma, writing

(Pro-)/(Retro-)gression

1 I fill the void with three liters of cheap white wine and morph into a monster in a mini … More

addiction, alcohol, alcoholism, CNF, drug, drug abuse, memoir, poem, poems, poetry, prose, prose poetry, prosetry, real life

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