Self Harm

X bones

A poem

X marks the spot
Bones come closer, skin be gone,
Chanting these verses into the air,
Though I am…

Why I’m Quitting Self-Harm:

Because I recognize my arm is not a cutting board

We, the Afterthoughts (Part Two)

Warning: this story depicts and references self-harm

We, The Afterthoughts

A narrative-Millions of them. Millions of distant scintillating dots, which will…

12–9–6–3

Another poem about me.

I used to feel in colour.
In blue and purple bruises.
Blood red cuts
Scored on…