Untold Trauma

There are things people don’t talk about, like how death and life are not two sides of the same coin. A new life sometimes emphasises the trauma from a loss. I watch you sleep, not always in awe but sometimes to watch you breathe; taking note of the intervals between your breathes until my eyelids…

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Something Like This

I work hard to convince myself that the fluttering is the sound of butterflies trying to find a place to nest; that the rushing from my head to the pit of my stomach and back to my head again is more than just anxiety from future regret. I choose to hold my tongue and be…

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heart mate

For so long my love was a holiday destination; lovers came here to rest and find themselves. I was where they could be sinful with no judgement, a place to run to when they wished to hide from their past traumas. I’m beautiful when they first see me and warm when they get used to…

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