Category: Writing
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So, it all comes back now…awakening at 6.30am in January darkness with a red wine hangover, your mother entering your room. ‘He seems to be in a lot of pain. He’s shouting a lot’. I, of course, irritably dismiss these concerns. I roll over and address the pillow directly. ‘Just give him another dose of…
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I’ll laugh like this matters, you’ll cry like I care
You can’t string that girl along, you can’t drag her in with maybes, she can’t rest her dreams on your hesitance, she needs you to be more than this.
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Night terrors and premonitions of death
I’ve had one night terror and it’s forever burnt into the fabric of my memory. The dream started (or at least this is where my memory kicks in) with me, my father, my step mum and my fathers neighbours walking across what I guess you’d describe as an ice plate in what looks like the…
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The walls will not fall. A sheet of black ice behind my eyes that she cannot penetrate. Her brown eyes bleed love and there’s a need that terrifies me and I’m afraid I’ll never match her expectations. My body and my words tell her that I love her, my actions and my eyes tell her…
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He realises he does not fully occupy the space that he stands in. Time is a cascade of moments and impressions that collide into one another, he is always waiting for the next to arrive and never fully realises the present The last thing you need at this point, alex says, is to be more…
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