On memes, and finding joy in politics.
On memes, and finding joy in politics.
Anonymous Butter curls around a warm knife, caressing it, succumbing with no resistance, melting on contact. The porcelain dish bears slivers of silver from my misjudgements of strength. They are drowned in the salty puddle where metal met churned milk - and in my darkest moment, I am the butter, and … Continue reading A toast
Introverts can have fun too.
Sketches about falling, and not being able to stop it.
With relapse, we don’t simply become again the person we were when we were ill before.
It's the fear that says: "why bother reaching out? No one cares about you".
A poem about a cancelled lobotomy.
A poem about trauma.
My first few months of 2016 were spent living as someone else.