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Tag: violence

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

Icarus

It was a sad thing to discover that the sensation of your lit cigarette burying its hot head in the pale crook of … More

love, myth, pain, poem, poetry, relationships, violence, writing

Review: First Cut #3 – Muller

Book: Baptism by FireAuthor: Amy-Jean MullerPublisher: Close To The Bone (Jan 2021)Book #3 in the First Cut series Buy here: … More

book review, books, chapbook, first cut, patriarchy, poems, poetry, poetry community, power, reading, religion, review, sex, violence, womanhood, writing

Zopiclone Dreams

I had a secret zopiclone tablet stashed away. Two, actually. They were yours, originally, Daddy. You hated them. I was … More

death, dreams, drugs, free verse, free writing, mental health, mental illness, poem, poetry, sleep, suicide, trauma, violence, writing

Scars

[Part of the Body Series] “Have you ever counted them?” “No.” “You should count them,” “Why?” “It’ll be interesting,” “I don’t think … More

body, body image, childhood, confessional, depression, experience, image, injury, life, mental illness, pain, self harm, self portrait, series, teenager, truth, violence, writing

55

You counted my bruises — fifty-five — and I cried because I hate the number five — three + seven … More

dark, journal, love, notebook, pain, poem, poetry, prosetry, relationships, sadness, violence, writing

Remember, Remember

Fireworks over Ally Pally A child cries, afraid of the noise We flock to these annual events Paying £8 for … More

city, death, destruction, free writing, Hijacked Amygdala, life, London, poem, poetry, violence, war, writing

290518

​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.

abuse, anger, depression, diary, hate, journal, panic, rage, sad, self harm, violence, writing
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