Overwhelmed and unable to do anything about it, I flounder around for relief and comfort that my torn and tormented brain won’t accept. Rest is needed but cannot be achieved until duties are fulfilled, work is needed but cannot be completed until there is rest. Balancing acts of precarious necessities as I try to get … More In Search of Still Waters
The sky is too blue and goes on forever, further than the human mind can imagine. The birds sound wrong. The buildings loom and cage. The air is tasteless. My feet are numb against the ground as I walk, the impact is too soft. Not there. Not real. I scrape at my skin, grip at … More Walking
Noise. Blaring, repetitive strains of ‘It’s a Kind of Magic’ punctuated with the loud screams and shrieks of exhilaration or laughter. People push in on every side, moving masses of colours and sounds coming far too close and towering tall. Flashing lights in cold darkness, lighting up misted breath and steam from the food trucks. … More The Fair
“It wasn’t that bad.” I tell myself, looking at the girl who ended her life when I didn’t. “He never hit me.” I tell myself, watching the woman talk about how she feared for her life when he raised his fist. “Sometimes he was good to me.” I remember as I justify the times that … More Comparable
How I Disappear It starts with, “please don’t fight. I hate it when we fight.” Fighting is so integral that without it you are nothing like me. But you comply because he says, “couples shouldn’t fight like this”, all accusation, no room for negotiation. You learn that fighting is never reasonable, no matter what you’re … More How I Disappear
Spitfire Words 