stories over stuff

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NaPoWriMo – Day 26

It’s not quite what I expected, the way she responds to me pushes me away and tells me that I am not for her. And I turn away and let her go but not without trying to reach out with...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 25

The proper words cannot compare with the proper emotions I must convey hidden behind the best smiles and nervous shakes I try to explain everything. I don’t have those emotions but still have the words carry them around to remind...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 24

I keep them all locked up broken bits of myself and the only things that keep me together are the lies I’ve told to keep the secrets to myself. I will never say a word. Carrying it swirling around my...

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Taking My Breasts Back

I’m taking my breasts back. Not from anyone in particular – I didn’t have them dropped off at a shop to be cleaned or anything. I’m taking them back from my bra. And from society. I don’t need to wear...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 23

We twist ourselves into other beings that aren’t true out of a need to be within a circle of influence we can’t contain or control. Foolish as we are. It’s pressure from the inside and out we are who we...

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Sunsets

Some shots of the sun setting over Aberystwyth and Llanrhystud beach.  

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NaPoWriMo – Day 21

I wrap words around me to protect and deflect from the worst of my fears. I am nothing without them even broken syllables offer me something to hide behind. I twist myself into them deeper into letters and vowels because...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 20

Hours become wreckage seconds become ash at her touch as she walks through the darkest past and the brightest future. It all comes undone, one year can go by in a heartbeat or she can stretch a second out for...