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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

How Could You?

You used my own body against me. This flesh that is mine to weaponise. This house that is mine to … More

abuse, body, poem, poetry, sex, 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

SCUM*

They are cooking a roast dinner. She is rifling through the drawers, searching for her favourite knife, and he is … More

dark, flash fiction, Hijacked Amygdala, language, life, love, mental illness, radical feminism, relationships, short prose, true crime, 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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