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We go into a ramen place – it was busy and loud. You could smell the ramen, bubbling away in the back. Scents salty then savoury then nutty; a cacophony of smells yet it all belongs together. In the air, I could already taste it before it hit my taste buds. The scalions, the cooked ...

Poetry form: free verse I love art yet I am not a painter and never will be. I am a poet. A poet that can't tell the truth in words. A poet who's words don't make sense. A poet who can't tell people that I love them. That is just how poets are. Hurt, pain filled people who are traumat...

It would be better if you disappeared. In a forest, not being able to find a way out again. In the Arctic, to be eaten by polar bears. Whatever way, I want you gone. I should have wished that from the beginning. The first time you kissed me. The first time you hugged me. The first time you said...

'Are you a pie? Because I’d like a piece of you' comes out of her mouth. Tongue like a viper, loose words, falling off. She has claws for nails. Black, pointed nails, reminiscent of sharp serrated shark teeth. They could cut you if you got too close. Crescents dug into soft skin and leaving a m...

Poem form: Minute poetry You sit there with a white glass mug A blissful hug On a morning The night mourning The smell of black tea in the room Nature's heirloom I snatch the mug And softly chug Your quick hand grabs it back again After that then Back to pour more One more or fou...

I am suffocating. You forced stars down my throat — teeth shattering, crushing, spilting. I no longer have any. Crunching and crunching with nothing but ion till it would stop. Now I am full. To the point I can recognise that you are just feeding me hate. My veins are fatty, cho...

You wanted to see if I would fight back — you wanted to see if you could test my patience. Your palm kept hitting my thigh over and over again. It started to hurt. Slap, slap, slap, "Stop it" I grabbed your hard forcefully. Your hand was in my grip. "Don't touch me". Laughter...

CW: mentions of suicide Arms are limp — there is blood everywhere. What do you do when there is blood? You clean it up. Not now. After. This is more than when you accidentally bled on your couch because your period started. There is blood. Even more blood. On the bathtub and on th...

CW: using animal abuse as a metaphor and human abuse Being ostracised and thrown into a pit, my home, my true home. To be fed scraps of leftover food that belong in the compost. I have the loyalty of an abused dog, tail still wagging despite a broken bone. It has seen things, I have s...

Spaghetti bolognese is one of my favourite foods. It's a comfort food of mine. I love my mothers. She used to make it all the time, but since I live alone now, I have to make it myself. I burned the pan — My lazy brain forgot about the spaghetti. I have an Alexa so that I can set a timer ...

CW: mentions of abuse and self harm I gave the necklace you bought me to my sister. She loves it. It was supposed to be a necklace given out of love. A stone of my birth month. To be honest, I can't even what it looks like. That shows how important it was to me. The embarra...

Poem form: nonet Sweet perfume is bitter in the breeze Her hair was wispy from sea salt The sea was rocky that day Tide threatening to spill Onto the boardwalk I can not look Look at you And your Smile image doesn't belong to me