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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

poetry, depression, mental illness, blood, self harm, poem, prosetry, prose poem, 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

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

All Roads Lead to Seven Sisters

1. I am standing on an upturned bin looking through the little barred window into the room that I was … More

city, CNF, London, memoir, memory, poem, poems, poetry, self portrait, triptych, writing, youth

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

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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