Scar Tissue

Irritation. A rip, a tear. The unravelling of fused skin. From within the dank cavernous channel discomfort stirs. A dull ache drains the remaining energy. Nausea paws clumsily up and down the body. Pain pulsates, throbs, churns. Around and around, hot and searing. Bile rests, burnt back of throat. Body bent forward, breath caught, sudden…

Closed for Christmas

I have decided that I do not want to join anyone for Christmas dinner. I can stay here and wait until Wednesday when it’s time to return to work. You will make a bigger deal of this information than I will but I am closed for Christmas. Shutting down. Lights out.

Soon Undone

Bells will toll in two weeks from now and I pray let it end whatever seven year run I am in. Every broken mirror accident, inside-house umbrella, or once through an opened legged ladder I absently walked under. Whatever I did, I do not remember, but, I feel the curse. Black mist wrapped itself around.…

Crying Myself to Sleep

I am writing a paper on my commitment to blogging and thus far it has triggered unwanted feelings of unhappiness, loneliness and hopelessness. Last night I cried myself to sleep. I began this blog to write my way out of such things and am unsure as to why reflecting on the journey has pulled me…

28.11.17

I struggle to get out of bed despite waking at 05:20 each morning. University is having a remarkable impact upon my life, thought process and sleep pattern. My Blog has seen the greatest impact, as have yours. I am not a massive reader of fiction, preferring to read the everyday experiences of real people in…