What is it to be powerful.

A journey for you to love me.

A lady of the night, glamorous in neon and hidden by the day-

Fiction piece. Witnessing death.

TW: abuse Growing up poor in a room that stinks of ash and beer.

Once had a dream I was a ghost locked in a cupboard, some days that feels real

For someone, maybe they'll know who. A poem of sorts about not being good enough.

Soon, This too, Will be Over

Searching for the silver linings

A sordid affair.

Paranoia, social anxiety and general fear of the people outside. (Inspired by avoiding the bayliffs)

The routine you follow after a funeral, and the actions that lead there. Short revenge description

Ever had a bubbling in your chest and not known where it came from?

Intimacy with a stranger.

What is depression for you? I've heard it was a terrible sadness, but it's never felt like that to me.

Do you remember? Friendships lost

If I died tonight I would not give tomorrow a chance

Pink. The colour of lust. Of the blush that forms on her cheeks, of lips that have been kissed. The marks on her skin where nails have scraped and hands have grabbed. It is the colour of the skin betw...