Testing Time

(runner up in Hysteria Women’s Writing Competition 2014) A plastic stick lies in the bin, discarded by the dozen. Sobriety will be a pleasure when you are ready to request it. But for now I’m allowed a daily numbness, while I’m mourning every lack of sickness. Three laps of a clock, then I can search … Continue reading Testing Time

WALKING HOME

An alley of faces, Hair that I cannot see past, Hands going pale, Hips on hips, Sparks flying as teeth get chipped. The feeling of bricks breaking nails Will wriggle inside me until I starve it. Blood tickles the back of my throat As I arch my spine and reach out for a friend, And … Continue reading WALKING HOME