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The House with the Bright Red Door
When I was a little girl, I always wanted to play mummies and daddies. I obviously always wanted to be said mummy. I remember walking around with a doll up my top pretending to be pregnant. I remember going to garden centres that sold these beautiful play houses that I would always run to and beg my mum and dad for. I never got one of the play houses from a garden centre, though. Instead I got the most beautiful little play house that my dad built for me. He built in two little windows with window boxes that we planted up with pretty flowers. I had a bright red…
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Gear
Here I am spun out on gearWill tomorrow be less full of fear? Don’t worry it’s all legal,Free too, for those that are frugal. Each prescription goes, if you think I’m a drain,To fight the good fight – the war on pain.Because the nerves won’t listen anymore,They have panic attacks no matter the score. Adhesions don’t know how to healLeaving me unsure how to feelUnable to trust my own two feet on the floorDid you think I was joking when I said it’s a war? Like my body is on a spreeDesperately seeking a space to be freeTrying to find a moment of peace for my mindOverwhelmed by all my…
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Little Messages
Little messages travel down to nerves, That shouldn’t be. Little messages travel down to nerves, Medication to fight that caused so much harm I wonder why it was so important that I won, Destroyed all the receptors it could find Leaving me broken Little messages send pain through my body That shouldn’t be. Little messages send pain through my body They shouldn’t be Contorted, I try to fight. But my skin is aflame, My organs are gone, lost to the fire. Even breathing seems to be hard, All because Little messages carry the flames throughout That shouldn’t be. Little messages carry the flames throughout They shouldn’t be I need to…
