All of these riches, I had in my hand..
Why do you write?
And when the phone-call came, my stomach sank.
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Vodka in fruit shoot bottles.
Scrolling with my right thumb, the sickness hits me hard. A congratulations to a beloved grandmother, she is 80 today. Mouth pressed into a tight line, chest growing heavy. Shoulders curled around themselves, nostrils burning. With a crumpled forehead, the inevitable tears begin their descent. Glancing toward the cupboard where it sits, my insides churn.… Continue reading Ashes.
This old town.
What are you looking for, when you come here? What do you hope to find? Statistics make me agitated. Let me have my space, as you have yours. Grant me some autonomy, privacy and peace. Let me be creative, imaginative and free. Give me somewhere to go, without the cast of judgement. Opinions have no… Continue reading Searchlight.
The voices grew louder, The air thick and warm. Both corners of her mouth curled upwards with delight. Oh, how she had missed it. The blazing fire in her stomach, The snarling thunder in her throat. She would hold her own. She would push back. No longer scared to be ‘too opinionated’. No longer scared… Continue reading Free.
Wheels screech to a halt..