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
My heart is so big you could cut it, knife and fork, and share it with the street. Share. I share my skin, my soul, my shelter with another and they claim it as their own. Then return it when it doesn’t quite fit right, isn’t what they’re after, change their mind. Do they have … Continue reading Return It
‘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)
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