Four Weeks of Turmoil
The house felt dead. The future had fucked off. A decade of love reduced to boxes, quiet rooms and one final door being shut. I stood there carrying all of it, like someone had…
The Caged One’s Still Awake
2am Monday morning, smashed and half folded, eyes like piss holes, brain overloaded. About to hit bed, but I don’t feel like me, like my head’s left the room and my body’s still drinking…
Old Blood, New Laws
Before they drag my past up like they’ve found a buried bone, let me save them all the digging, I’ll show the ugly on my own. I weren’t born clean and gentle, with soft…