Furious by how your husband behaves when you’re not there Furious when you refer to that one as a scumbag But you went to other places...

people pleasing, growing into my pain, comfort and discomfort.. in knowing that it doesn’t shift, looking for abstract understanding, on why

draft-style poetry that I should probably apologise for (!), people pleasing, not feeling seen, don't apologise for who you are!

Things shouldn’t be ‘the way they are’ just because they’ve always been

International Women's Day, END VAWG Poetry notes from the last couple of days: (poem a day) Why use pussy for weak? Self-cleaning force...

short thoughts

I see. I remember.

I notice everything because I’m 'high maintenance' Or high maintenance because I notice it all Every nose crinkle, curse, or restraint of...