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You’re spinning. Spinning on your toes, with your arms out, wrists up. And it’s like you’re surrendering to something. Maybe t..

It begins with a sharp cry. I do not recognise the noise as my own. I do not realise I have lips, or lungs. My new eyes take in the shapes before ..

We’re dancing in our seats To the sound of a ticking clock And you’re pointing your finger Like you hold the trigger &..

I was born into a world that didn’t want me. To parents who hated each other. Who hated me for combining them both into one body. I was bo..

Wand’ring in the jungle late I met a tiger and its mate And being raised to show respect I bowed fair low and aptly swept My..

I’m afraid of the angry mob Of help turning to harm Of being hated Of ending up alone with my fears And memories I’m af..

As soon as I could walk I could flee and everyday became an escape from the hissing hatred of my home. Miss’ house became a glowing refuge,..

You told me you thought that drowning Was a good idea. And though I tried to Resist I couldn’t help admitting that I was curiou..

When I was seven, Miss passed away. I found her sleeping in her favourite chair, face turned to the weak light of late winter. And though she lo..

I fell asleep dreaming of too-soft apples. And woke to find my hand clutching Crayons of red and yellow. But I couldn’t und..