NaPoWriMo – Day 6

She doesn’t spend the night. I never see her sleep, I see her make love and have sex, drink and drown in wine and wanting but she never spends the night. I never see her sleep. I sleep. I sleep and dream about holding her closely but she will never …

NaPoWriMo – Day 5

It eats away at her the strain of it and I’m losing her to the stress of it and I wonder if there is any truth to it, to that doubt she’s feeling. We’ll manage I tell her we often do, without words just each other on our lips. It …

NaPoWriMo – Day 3

She presses, deep enough to bruise but not scar. She pushes, far enough to falter but not fall. I help her up again. Time after time. I warm her, deep to the core. I warn her, not to go too far. She is too cold and too I am too …

NaPoWriMo – Day 2

I am a bad example for your babies the people I do not bring into this world who look at me like I should do better. Like everyone knows what I should be. I am standing at the counter being your assistant for a myriad of reasons you don’t see …

NaPoWriMo – Day One

I crumple at the sound of my voice my words hardly my own as I stumble over old lies, ones I’ve told before. It’s grating on me now pulling tight at my skin. I speak in broken dirges as a person I barely recognise, tiny letters scribbled to make up …