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.
We are afraid of our youth. For those older than us envy it, have already had it, but aren't considered selfish to want a second-go. We are afraid of not ever possibly being home-owners, for that's what those on the news have said, and we must believe them (as we're spoon-fed.) We are afraid of … Continue reading WE ARE AFRAID
Thought I'd post this on here after finding it on my laptop. It's a creative response to Margaret Atwood's novel The Handmaid's Tale, giving Moira's perspective instead of Offred's narration in the original text. I wrote this for AS English Literature a few years back and it received full marks. The following is a printed … Continue reading Moira’s Diary – The Handmaid’s Tale