Embodied
I opened my eyes and saw the baby fox in the yellow light. Can you share my grief?
20/02/2021I opened my eyes and saw the baby fox in the yellow light. Can you share my grief?
It's sometimes hard to keep going, but you're doing better than you realise.
'It’s hard to muster the will / To push myself into uncomfortable shapes / Just to be in…
CW: suicidal ideation Editor’s note: Further to the content warning, we would like to emphasise that this poem…
courage conspires with ravenous growlsin the pit below my lungsexternal cushion disguisingthe primitive pangspaining each breathand all breaths…
my cells staged a mutiny and I am unaware of its cause.I awake as muscles pull and scream, while…
So: When the goblin freak contracts, To place the wall against her back. When every platitude’s a tax,She’s gone like drainwater…
I cannot see the ocean's end Though I squint into the sun and - muscles aching - Search…
Tears seep out of my joints crying for a chairFor a chance to relax,No pick up the slackMy…
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