I’m honoured that blogging/writing platform TheProse.com asked me for an interview. You can read it here: https://theprose.com/post/105282/friday-feature-bethyg and if you’re a fellow Proser, please do say hi! Bethan x
She was so hyper aware of what others thought, so fixated on their opinions, that she found herself wondering how should she be acting? She was a sensitive soul, crying at sad films, books, even little looks she thought might be off. But this was something she’d barely shed a tear for. It wasn’t that … More Expectations and no control
She danced amongst the chaos with wings dressed in lace her eyes closed, her head lost and feet blessed with grace But lustful eyes watched keen and crude hands forced apart thrusting uninvited between driving daggers through heart Pinning her down She lay fixed and frozen adorning a label crown that they had chosen Shadows … More The Glass Display Case
Veins so prominent Like the ones under my skin But with no wires © Bethan Grylls 2016 “I read, I blog, I laugh, I cry, I make jokes – sometimes even good ones – I drink … Source: 9-26
Sorry for not writing much recently. It’s been difficult. My mum has been diagnosed with terminal cancer and the past month has been like living in a nightmare. I’m not really sure what else to say right now about it all, but what is there to say other than, life is unfair. Perhaps it was naive or … More Things happen.
Waiting for the time to pass till this boredom dies it’s not till I’ve seen the unfamiliar reflection that looks at me now that I realise I’ve wished life away
Silence descended like a heavy storm.