Poetry

Therapy

Reaching forwards, trailing backwards. I used to struggle telling the time: one hand moved so fast whilst the other dragged- shadows always felt more meaningful than the light and the masochist in me never wanted my sins to be seen. I crave an empty room now: space and time to myself, a rope ladder reaching…… Continue reading Therapy

Poetry

Religion

I ate an apple once- he said you should be choking, it was already old. You should be ill, it was full up with rot, maggots crawling from it’s ruined flesh. You should be tired and yet you walk beside me head held high how is this possible? He said until he realised he was…… Continue reading Religion