the ramblings of a fellow commoner
I’m in the male-gaze stage of the relapse. I'm four months back on the wagon, and I need to get my thrills somehow because newsflash: early recovery sucks. So here's a poem inspired by my latest situationship, because dating a man truly is a humiliation ritual, especially if you date the type I go for.… Continue reading HOLY SMOKES
[POETRY] Do you remember Marlowe Estate?do you remember its dilapidated maze of crumbling council buildings? FEATURE17 STANDS OUT FOR ITS INNOVATING URBAN DESIGN, SHAPING A NEWCOMMUNITY AND PROVIDING A COMFORTABLE ENVIRONMENT WITH CONTEMPORARYAESTHETICS AND DYNAMIC SURROUNDINGS, scream the billboards around the newdevelopment as if they could erase all the pain and debasement that happened therewith… Continue reading Ode to Marlowe
I still carry this grief, deep in my soul, this sense of profound injustice yet deserved comeuppance.
This is the last time I put myself through this, I keep telling myself. Just like I had told myself last time, too.
(FICTION - HORROR) To be published in my wonderful friend Aitor's zine with some sick illustrations that I'll upload once available. This is the 1500 words version. "Don't be precious", Steve had told her, "this is as good a place as any". Ella looked around the vast, dilapidated space. The building used to be a… Continue reading HANDS
(FICTION) It's happened - he's done it again. Fucking JJ. He's relentless. This time, it happened when he pulled up in his swanky black BMW. He rolled down his window and looked me down, and up, and down again, with a smile. I said hi and leaned forward to tell him my order. I was… Continue reading The Lips For It
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