Sibylla stared at the pockets in her skin. “I don’t remember those being there before,” she thought as she started patting them down, like a tradie looking for where she’d left her keys. The pockets were neat and without any scar tissue. Some were voluminous with generous give. She imagined she could store a small … Continue reading Sibylla and the Skin Pockets
The boy’s orange shorts stand out against the azure skyHe has one foot on his skateboardas it balances on the lip of the bowlI crouch down low to film his first drop-in on my phone.Beyond the grey cement, I’m distracted by the immense vastness of everything above usA few clouds like cotton wool hang suspended … Continue reading The Boy and the Azure Sky
A tiny place of beauty Solid and strong yet so delicate and easily broken To disappear inside the invisible walls Could I stay inside forever? Can you make me invisible? A tiny place with no demands without the constant fear stabbing and turning like a knife The light inside is bright and clear Outside does … Continue reading Reflections Refraction
The walls are splattered with blood.My bloodmy husband’s bloodtoo much blood spilled tonight.Grey ghosts we call them, orWhite walkersNew arrivals, pale, nearly invisible, evil A gentle snore,maybe human or canineNot loud enough to keep me awakeI begin to dose offNervous system spiked alertby the spine chilling zzzz in my earSmack, smack with a back hand whack onto … Continue reading The Walls Are Splattered With Blood
Meet JaneJane is struggling to keep things togetherJane reaches out looking for helpThe People shake their heads and say I know it’s tough isn’t it?It’s normal,We’re all struggling.The People say Selfcare is the answer, are you looking after yourself?Jane asks What is selfcare?The People tell her to go away on a weekend alone, go on a date, take … Continue reading Once there was a Village, now there is Selfcare
You’ve never met my kids Don’t you think that’s odd? I flew interstate to see your new baby only weeks after she was born But I didn’t give birth did I? My kids who are not of my womb But very much of my heart, my thoughts, my all These children who I’ve dedicated my … Continue reading Don’t You Think That’s Odd?
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