The One That Got Away

This story was the first assignment I wrote for my undergraduate degree in autumn 2012. It was published in Vortex, the University of Winchester's creative writing journal, just before I graduated in 2015. The One That Got Away Each day you can admire the moon, the snow and the flowers. Yet, flowers seldom bloom when it... Continue Reading →

Seventeen

  Dressing up As someone I don't quite understand Parts of me, parts that are other Figuring them out Not telling my mother. Stitching up holes in tights On park benches Thinking I look wild, and edgy Hoping a guy will see me and think 'she's cool' Because apparently I wanted a boyfriend who appreciated... Continue Reading →

Sixteen

  Habits Amethyst in pockets Oracle cards as bookmarks Pentagrams, etched into the margins of maths books A cheap golden necklace, cleansed in the sun on a Thursday lunchtime, Still able to turn my neck green. A bowl of salt water, on my bedroom floor Not sure what for But I like it there With... Continue Reading →

Come, Tie Your Life Away

Come, tie your life away with me At the Clootie Well We'll wander through the forest Leaving no footprints to trace our spell Bring that frayed ribbon from your hair, And the expensive dresses you never wear Soak them in the water, slow and dark All the better to pierce a tender heart.   If... Continue Reading →

Writing With Trichotillomania

Image you're doing something you love. A project, hobby, reading a book, playing a game, anything. But then there's something in your eye. Or, you think there is. Your hand automatically tries to remove it, prodding around in the sticky tear duct. You blink and find that it's gone. But you can't move your hand away. Your... Continue Reading →

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