Free from this

Sometimes it was just too tempting to sit, huddled in her soft cotton pyjamas, a steaming cup of tea clasped between her fingertips. When she shouted like that it was the only thing Gillian could think to do. Retreat under the covers, close the curtains, turn the television up loud, block the sound. But she … More Free from this

Her Shadow

She smiles at me and whispers softly in my ear, With such a gentle touch, she pulls me close, And holds me there until there nothing else, And as we sway, her soft skin becomes coarse, And her grip becomes cold, so tightly wound, I can’t breathe. I can’t think. She’s smiling still, a look … More Her Shadow

Deafening Silence

I laugh and smile with the rest, because that’s what we do. But when the door shuts, when the blinds fall down, I shed the mask entirely. Pull it from my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my chin. It pinches a little, but it was peeling already, little flakes of my facade crumbling away to … More Deafening Silence