Bellyache

My stomach aches my belly aches for something new for something different until my palms sweat until my fists clench and I remember: and I remember: how awful new and different feel how awful risk-taking tastes how soon my stomach rumbles how soon my belly aches. Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees … Continue reading Bellyache

Three weeks

I thought about you whilst I was brushing my teeth - about how you have been gone for almost three weeks. I notice your absence in my shaking hands and ill-mannered frets. The tears arriving unbidden alongside a dull ache rising from my feet. I notice your absence in the smiles which feel more real … Continue reading Three weeks

Banshee

I know you want me to run - screaming into the hills like the banshee I am in all of your paintings hung in a gallery of shame; each one titled ‘self-hate’. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally