Pins prick the back of my neck and my hairs stand on edge, as if commanded by an officer. It’s electric and it tingles, usually this is a good thing but now it’s the opposite. It’s dark, it’s…unnerving. Fingers spread around the back of my neck and caress my face, yet there are no physical appendages on me. Quickly, I turn. If my back is no longer to them then they cannot get me, cannot touch me, ...
“I know where all the missing socks go!” I screamed at my mum, face red with excitement and body shaking with anticipation. She turned and looked at me with a faux smile and hazy eyes. She said everything she wanted to say without saying it.
“Go on then.” She replied, voice blunt but her words sharp.
“Well it only makes sense that the washing machine OR the dryer is a portal!!” I exclaimed, push...
A plague that has no cure,
A boil that cannot be lanced,
A mind that cannot be tamed,
I close my eyes and it only replays,
Once. Twice. Thrice,
Like a broken record,
Like the certainty of sunrise,
Once. Twice. Thrice.
But a plague needs a cure,
But A boil has to be lance,
But A mind has to be tamed,
Yet I close my eyes,
And it only,
Replays....
Blinding light seared my eyes. I could feel my pupils dilate, filling to the brim with the bright flash that consumed the room. Spot of black lay waste to my vision, I was blinded momentarily but more than that I was blindsided. Even with my bedroom curtains open, the sun was never this bright. Right?
My head swivelled left to right, trying to gain some information of my surroundings, I clearly ...
Internally I’m screaming, begging them to say what I need them to say. My chest feels so tight, so heavy. Air no longer fills my lungs, fear does. Pure unbridled fear. Those words need to come out of her mouth, my life depends on it. I depend on it. But I can only scream, on the inside. The outside? A husk of my former self. My ears open to the voices and conversations that’s surround me, my hands...
Clouds swam in his vision, ebbing and flowing in a mysterious manner concealing whatever was laid below him. His chest rose and fell slowly, possibly due to the thinning air or due to the weight his anxiety had added to his chest. He shivered both out of fear and lack of warmth. His arms cradled his body, a futile attempt to maintain his heat in an environment where warmth was so scarce, he though...
I sat at the edge of the mountain, glaring down at the world below. This whole domain was mine to rule, I thought. The open air whipped my skin and feathers yet I felt not cold but alive. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I pushed off the cliff and my wings began to beat against the air, with a large breath in to steel my nerves, I took off. The world below danced in an array of liveliness and...
“It’s time for your treatment!” Chimed the nurse. She always looked overly cheerful, perhaps it was to distract from the fact she was exhausted every hour of everyday.
“Do we have to do that today? I’m more than happy rotting here,” I responded
The nurse smiled, she had been treating me for years and was more than educated on how to deal with me and my terminal patient humour. Being hospitalised ...
If the heart wants what it wants,
Then so does my brain,
Fighting between love,
And desperately staying sane,
Companionship and romance,
The painful tales of the heart,
But the brain simply refuses,
And opts for a different style of art,
Solidarity and sense,
Are the brains poisonous choice,
Two conflicting forces,
Both at war for the control of your voice,
But If I was forced to choose?
I woul...