‘that’s a brave choice of a dress’

my mothers words from 10 years ago still rattle in my mind.

i was 16 and going to my first sixth form party

eyeliner smudged under my eyes, i’d saved up for this patented sheer dress

i can still remember how exited i had been to wear it, giddy like a child , yet desperate to seem grown up

i had still gone to the party, but i was so self conscious i kept my ja...

it’s the first night ive had fun in a while

and it’s the first time ive realised i wasnt.

friendships change and loss and hurt can devour

like a piece of sandpaper, slowly wearing down your patience

but tonight was a movie.

just the right amount of drama

of old friends and new

of music that makes you want to move

and drugs that make you want to share

it’s the first time i’ve had fun in a whi...

memory breathes.

it comes in cycles

i inhale

that afternoon light. the last day i saw you

golden, it sliced through the slats in your blinds

my birthday chocolates untouched on the bed,

a cigarette shared, now ash on your windowsill

those honest eyes that said it all

that you were scared to break me.

memory breathes and i exhale

time increasing between our messages

unfurling into distance l...