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And so I sleep.


I don’t know how to not feel this way. Most nights I cry myself to sleep, praying to a god I don’t believe in, begging her to turn back time, only to be jolted awake by my own screams–a panic attack fueled by your absence and hollowed by the ruins of the life we had created. 189 more words


Greys and black

Elis has a paper ball texture, crisp and crumpled veins of love. Her nakedness is the march towards the fruits of springs, countless motions of time. 119 more words


Gaining ground on the road to recovery

It all started over the break-up of a whirlwind romance I had on the Norfolk Broads. I couldn’t stop crying over her and whatever happened next, happened apparently due to receptors in my brain not firing when they should. 253 more words

Mental Health

A place to hide our gods

You promised to find a place for us to hide our god
Why did you blindly seal it in plastic bottles
Water tight, cork still plastic… 100 more words


Bad day in my head.

desk full of papers to be sorted

carpet of spilled greying ash

clock ticking seconds, measures

the life strapped by chasing cash.

i cannot get up from my sofa… 334 more words

what i know to be true

Here is what I know to be true:

you cannot extinguish our flame.

You can destroy it’s container

but when released it will burn just the same. 49 more words

Our children have been sacrificed

some were sacrificed as infants

on altars made of stone

some were given up as victims

and taken from their homes

some were seen as body parts… 74 more words