“One Year Clean”

How has it been a year? It barely feels like a minute. How has it been a year? Sometimes I think I'm still in it. The panic and the fear Slowly crushing in around me. Wondering why I'm here As my stomach curls after tea. How has it been a year, Since I lied to … Continue reading “One Year Clean”

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Freewriting #4 (Closed Doors)

At the very end of the hall, past miles of panelled-wood walls and shaggy carpeting, stood a narrow door. It looked unassuming enough; a little rusty at the hinges, a few chips in the varnish, but nothing sinister. The only thing that appeared slightly off was the semicircle of discolouring in the carpet in front … Continue reading Freewriting #4 (Closed Doors)