I remember being pocket sized and five, taking violent delight in the teacups at the fair, the chipped pastels merging with the beach huts lining the shore. The fair was held behind their stoic line, the faraway homes who betook wind and rain with a smile, and I always wondered if the goldfish bobbing in … Continue reading Five, at the fair
Route 62, the pink and purple bus fading like a disappearing sunset, which always passes beneath a lamp which flickers - the orange eye wearing a halo of feathers, the seagulls too far from the sea. Homeward bound - bus ticket in hand, paper turned redundant, used and crumpled, left in a pocket to fall … Continue reading Route 62
'BEING NORMAL' I submerged myself long enough for my chest to tighten and my heartbeat to quicken. It resounded off the porcelain sides and into my ears, throat and wrists. When I rose back out of the water, I opened my eyes to Dee sat cross legged on the toilet seat. I stared at her … Continue reading The Dee Diaries #6
i spread out all of my puzzle pieces turn them all picture side up and give each of them names: love.hope.want.grief.fear.luck before i cut off all of their edges shapely and jagged and place them on top of one another because i know i’ll never get them to fit to coexist in peace … Continue reading Picture side up
In my dreams I wake up early enough to watch the morning stars fade into blue. I wear lipstick and it never gets on my teeth. And in the distance chimney smoke whistles silently upwards before disappearing so as not to hurt Mother Nature nestled in her weary, aching bones. In my dreams, things are … Continue reading Morning stars
Last year began as the previous one ended - quite literally and in the sense I still had vast mountain ranges to climb. It’s a metaphor we use constantly but I couldn’t think of anything more apt; anything more deceptive than a mountain peak disappearing into the clouds. A few months into the year, I … Continue reading Age 25
STRESS IS AN OPEN DOOR "She is sat at the bus stop, arms crossed, when I reach her. Her eyes lift to mine as she hears my scattered breaths and clunky steps. I see in hers a hate and kindness I cannot untangle. Necklace chains of every emotion she must have felt in the last … Continue reading The Dee Diaries #5
I’ve realised how distant I’ve become from almost everyone, aside from the man who shares my bed. And I’m not too sure when it begun, this slow retraction of my hands and feet until I am floating midair with relief, wondering how many would be there beneath if I were to fall. So, I guess … Continue reading Nice to meet you
I held you in my arms, your skin pale and clammy beneath my hands, when I heard you gasp, say - i’m dying, with ever widening eyes, and the world turned pitch waiting to be lit, swirling as if a void, slipping off the edges, oily slick, until I woke in fright to find you … Continue reading In the dark
The worst kind of fear is the one which sits in your heart because it cannot push its way through the darkness between your ribs and into your throat. It cannot weave its way up your oesophagus to rest on the back of your tongue heavily waiting for the right time to speak. It sits … Continue reading Heartburn
