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No, he didn’t hit me
But I wanted him to.
And I’m not minimising
Or simplifying
Other forms of abuse.
But when that’s..
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Lego sets in refuge
iPhone torchlight
Held in my hand, the Christmas lights
Kelly took from the refuge tree for me.
So my son could have a nigh..
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I am flattened
By the birth of my second child.
Before she sparked in my womb
I stood tall
And strong.
The world was on my terms
And I a woman o..
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This is how it feels
Dread creeping up your throat
Tendrils weaving their way
Into your head
Rendering you immobile.
Panicked,
Yet you float
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i went to the baptismof the man who nearly raped me.submerged underwater, made anewpale in drugged fragilityi remember the crossi bought for himand th..
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the kernel
has cracked open.the hollow sea shellblown back into life.the woman, resolute and wanin a crying heapon the floor.layer upon layer
of pro..
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it goes like this:i sit, transfixedsolo in front of the television.i'm all alone, my sweet boyslumbering in childhood's sleepin the bed we sharelike w..
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i used to be shy,and plain.full of terror and longingsomehowyou saw meand there on the sofawe nearly touched.thighs grazingeyes hazy and drunki was ei..
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i used to sit herein my childhood bed.writing wordsfor all the boys who laid their head...now i cradle a child, born of my bodyall fluffy hair and mil..
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i saw you, today,where you spend your time (your life).still stuck working in hospitalitybut you were quick to inform mea changed man.yes, you have ch..
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