I write about ridiculous things that have happened to me.
I pour in sweet and milky chemicals, then slip my right foot in with the water from the cold tap. The burning sensation is lessened by commitment.
By Sarah Thompson6 years ago in Poets
Lying in my single bed, with an alien hand over my ovaries, listening to Adam, my flatmate, scrub blood spatter off the other side of the wall is not how I expected to be finishing this night.
By Sarah Thompson6 years ago in Humans