As you slit your pale wrist that night, the drops that fell told something to your heart, the blood has escaped your prison, oh dear, but what of the pain that ripped you apart?   Don’t you ever laugh, at the chaos inside? A home you called yours, ruined and stolen. You don’t live there, … More Slit


I shrugged and saw the creases near my elbows, by the windowsill which I slept on for too long. Looking out of the window, I had never been this idle. Even that drenched bird sitting on the loose wire, shaking the water off its furs seemed like it was doing something magical. I woke up, … More Raining