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“Strong and Sturdy”

CW/TW: suicidal ideation. The grotesque irony of realising that you do indeed need to be hospitalised for your own safety … More

BPD, breakdown, depression, hospital, mental health, mental illness, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, self harm, suicidality, suicide, 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

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

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

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

Can’t/Won’t Write

Well he asked me what I was passionate about and I said writing, I’m a writer, and he asked me … More

drunk, prose poem, prose poetry, prosetry, secrets, sex, short story, strangers, writing

Cereal for Dinner

Sometimes, when consciousness was simply too painful for our sensitive souls, we would consume enough vodka, valium and zopiclone to … More

drunk, friendship, life, love, mental health, mental illness, overdose, poem, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, relationships, writing

Peculiar Times (Pre-Pandemic)

We live in peculiar times: we start a new ashtray in a plastic yoghurt pot instead of emptying the big … More

life, observations, poem, poetry, prose, prose poem, prosetry, writing

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