Coordinates

I remember the first time I traced your spine that felt like velvet. Memorised the coordinates of your collarbones with my nervous lip. I remember the laughter, the sweat, that unfamiliar. The glow of your skin, lighting my way home. Your eyes lit up like sparklers in November twilight, and guided me in line with … Continue reading Coordinates

so (i’m a slut)

‘whore!’ they shout as your best mate wanted what he couldn’t have and your brother’s cousin’s ex-girl friend is insisting i’m sleeping in her spot   so i’m asking for it, because my skirt is above my knee, my bra strap showing when he was the one that un-clipped me from behind   so, consent … Continue reading so (i’m a slut)

Sanitary

When I was twelve, I thought I was dying “pre-adolescent, bleeds to death,” Crimson-stained, battle-scarred knickers Sat in the comfort of the toilet cubicle stuffing DIY bandages in the now-nappy of my underskirt   The unspoken word, the insult; euphemism (‘time of the month, love?’) Hidden parcel of embarrassment amongst groceries; Scanning the over-priced assistance … Continue reading Sanitary