head butt through 27.3

my scars are all i hold to my name i collect them, slowly, eagerly. they glitter and shine on my tired skin, as badges of honour as testaments to stoves too hot or nose bones too sharp for small fists as ‘brave girl’ stickers from the dentist. show me your teeth try not to smile … Continue reading head butt through 27.3 →

disruption in my gut 25.2

his face opened up like a flower, causing disruption in my gut. the cheap deckchairs barely holding us afloat. there’s three cigarettes left in the pack we share, with the sun setting we aim to time it so to empty the packet by dark. you chose this spot, near the cliff edge. i told you … Continue reading disruption in my gut 25.2 →

bad 27.1

walking with a limp and a fag on huffing nail polish remover hands turning purple and cold i wanna get hit by a car i wanna eat an unlit cigarette i wanna dance with the devil i wanna suck the life out of the moon fuck off your job and come run with me take … Continue reading bad 27.1 →

sunday best 9.1

my sunday best is my h&m underpants with the hole in. no bra and an oversized t shirt smeared mascara and furry tongue. my sunday best is the sun splashing onto my hairy shins through the slats of the blinds. head pounding weak knees my sunday best is being left completely alone.

in peace 28.11

i am too on the nose. my laugh is too loud too cutting. screachy, like a witch. i swear too much. men physically cringe when my tongue touches my top teeth, cunt. i'm a slut! you shift in your seat when i tell you how much i love sex. a lot. my hair needs brushing! … Continue reading in peace 28.11 →

pink sludge 26.11

a tupperware box of pink sludge. i hold it in my hands, bloody and bruised guard it with my life even when they tell me it’s worth nothing. that doesn’t matter. i’ll be buried with it six foot underground with the worms and my little plastic box. you pick it out of your teeth every … Continue reading pink sludge 26.11 →

damage: collateral 27.10

i am blessed with snake eyes. lines of poetry explode behind my eyes like fireworks. sometimes i think of what could’ve been if things had gone differently. is it my fault? did i create the current situations? if so, i am sorry. not for you, but for me you’re happier than i could ever make … Continue reading damage: collateral 27.10 →

the fox 23.10

i sink into cherry leather my palms sticking to sodden oak making little tears in a john smith’s beer mat. this isn’t your local it’s mine. but you slide into a corner table and slot in like you belong. you blend into the depressing wallpaper and sip a lager shandy. i can see our words … Continue reading the fox 23.10 →

not very good 21.10

i’m reminded of the time when i stumbled, drunk all the way from my bar to your restaurant. i was unsure of my intentions but all i could think of was you, all consuming, taking all of my brain. i burst through the door after closing sprinting to your open kitchen. you looked shocked to … Continue reading not very good 21.10 →

excerpt from my diary 4.10

i feel tired today. it’s cold out and i think of the insects. i also think of fixing a drink, but i’m too tired to move. the latest discovery of my insides is that my biggest fear is feeling nothing at all. when i’m sad, i wallow in it. when i’m happy, i cling to … Continue reading excerpt from my diary 4.10 →