When wood pigeons insist that you are breaking something – a poem by Tom...
When wood pigeons insist that you are breaking something
Worlds whirl within one another
Just the slightest tremor trips
you into a tandem plotline
Where the ache in...
Poisoned Pills – Edwin Charles
I can’t believe I took so many
Pills for mental strife,
The doctors pushed them onto me
Throughout my adult life.
And never did one of those pills
Make...
I am not ill
I am traumatised. I am abused. I am dissociating. I am scared. I am angry. I am grieving. I am lonely.
I am not ill.
I...
Alicia, one of many
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