Most days I do not paint it. It remains a blank canvas, hollow eyes upon cotton white, pale lips that … More
Tag: sad
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Last night a man told me he was going to crush my windpipe under his boot and laugh while he watches me take my last breath. I told him to do it. I was disappointed when he didn’t.
It Must Be Love
I witnessed a most distressing metamorphosis. She was sitting opposite me on the Tube. 45 of her finite minutes spent … More
Frazzled
“Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen … More
Again
I’ve got to quit drinking. Again. Too many people have told me so: family, friends, acquaintances, psychiatrist, GP, social worker, liaison officer, strangers, … More
501s
And so it seems that I am your favourite pair of jeans I live in all the pockets, I am stitched … More
The Kiss
15 days sober I don’t miss you, or him, or anyone in particular. But my god, I miss being kissed. … More
Observing the Moon
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling, I think I saw you in my dreams, You were stitching up … More
I know
I know that there is absolutely no point in even thinking about it, but that is easier said than done. … More
A Horrible Truth
This is the first Hallowe’en/Bonfire Night/Christmas/New Year’s on my own in 8 years. The urge to burst into tears at … More
poetry & prose by HLR 