Being a woman is terrifying

It’s hard being a woman My first breath already seized, Doctors naming me adorable Chained as they teased. It’s hard wearing skirts When you want to jump, kick and run, A scolding teacher telling you to sit still Whilst boys are allowed to have fun. It’s hard when girls grow up Having to plaster orange…

The Flickering of the City

I awake to the flickering of the city Dots emerging with light, I sway with the morning chill Rubbing the sleep from my sight. From the daunting towers Snippets of life are tucked away, Bundles of colour and joy Hidden by clouds of grey. The clang of the rail Brings dark to the world, A…

The disturbing conclusion of students​​ cooking

“That looks… amazing?” I utter, the words trembling from my lips. “Unlike you, I’m no chef…” Anna replies, eye brows raised in mock. Her pan is full of a lumpy red substance, the sizzle sounding morphed and pained. Bits of pepper and tomato begin to ooze onto the counter, they run to escape their fate….

Years pinched into dust

The carousel spins. Shaking you choose a mighty stallion Small hands bunching into his mane, You cling to the beast as time starts to churn Refusing to budge yet it is all in vein. The carousel spins. Years pass and tiny hands turn into mighty claws Outgrowing your beast the stallion trembles, Your claws are…

History is torn​ by fog

Youth was full of fun and games The road a path my small hands made, The clock spins and time moves on Days of fun now beginning​ to fade. With each step across this crumbling bridge I fear I will slip, Falling through my mind’s maze Wondering what caused the trip. Sky is fogged and…

Deeply embedded wrinkles

You walk carelessly Each step a bouncing and heartfelt skip, That is until a pebble is unearthed Causing your form to trip. Adrenaline and youth surging You decide to push on, However, muscles start to strain But you are determined to see the red of the dawn. A storm of ice and fire hits Itching…