Don’t Screw This Up For Me

Don’t Screw This Up For Me

“Don’t screw this up for me,” his breath is hot and close on my neck. His hand moves me forward like the puppet I have become. Clothes I don’t own drape precariously on a body which is no longer just mine, a passport with my face and someone...
Satisfaction

Satisfaction

A rivulet of sweat snakes down my aching back, my swollen belly wordlessly but loudly announcing my situation. I don’t want to do it, I have tried to stop. Some confusing need surpassing my usual boundaries. Kids on bikes and scooters whizz by while parents and...
Neither Use Nor Ornament

Neither Use Nor Ornament

“You’re neither use nor ornament!” Mrs Byrne declares as she shoos me out of her way with the sweeping brush. I know better than to take offence and skip out of her path with a merry jaunt before my ankles bear the brunt of her cleaning frenzy.   The jingle of the...
Endings

Endings

The thing about the end is that you so rarely realise it’s the end at the time. It’s only when you look back that you see all the signs, announcing “This is It!” Like that time I thought I had a best friend and a loving boyfriend. Well, I...
Bird’s Eye View

Bird’s Eye View

The view is intoxicating, as views high up tend to be. I could look at it for hours. But I don’t have hours; time waits for no man. A modest pang of regret twists low in my gut; if only I had climbed the fire escape stairs earlier in my lease. Cigarette butts litter...