Can you feel it beating?

The sick twisting of your heart while you send your mind abroad, away from the hurting.

But the further you wander the harder it twists, crying, screaming for attention.

For relief.

But you won’t give them,

you can’t,

it’s too much,

too loud,

can’t think,

can’t breathe,

open your mouth,

shut your eyes,

But the sky is so pretty.

And, yes, this book is so...

How I wished to be loved

To be held and adored

Long walks on the beach and late nights spent indoors

But the hungry aren’t picky

I betrayed myself

I chose a love that was sickly

Arsenic water for health

I drank long and drank deep

And I choked with a smile

To undo myself would be well worth the while

But neglect has a cost

And one day I snapped

No longer I’d run to a beckoning lap

The arse...