The tip of your finger, your tongue, your eyelash outlines my silhouette in semi-permanent stain. I knew from the first touch you were, we were only temporary. Only. Not wholly. For the time being. But your mouth imprints my own and for something half-hearted and incomplete, you've made a home out of me.
do not treat me like i'm something you can part with when you're fulfilled i want to fill every cup you cultivate until it overflows not be something you can be sick of (throw up) when you've had your fix this hotel i've made isn't prized for its temporary hospitality we build rooms for … Continue reading Do Not
Isn’t it bizarre how I’ll see my reflection ten years later and desperately crave, miss, wish, hiss for the face that once was. When right now I pull it a part I think and yearn for the future I worry about what’s to come and picture myself in pictures captured with my loved ones … Continue reading A Face
ACT ONE [two of me, stage blank, white sheet as backdrop] ME ONE: I guess I see it a bit of a shame, that those that work high-stress jobs loose so much of their salary ME TWO [rolls eyes]: Yeah, but who else is going to fund the NHS – ME ONE [snapping]: that’s … Continue reading me 1 – me 2
Liqueur-kissed smeared lipstick, as the man at the bar hands over his wages for an easy fix. Now, the morning sun laps at my eye-lids for last night's antics are another head-cold When the liquid laced my throat the mindless poison, ferociously provokes stumbled words across the screen, with words Grandma would deem 'obscene.' For now pound … Continue reading HUNGOVER
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