Unrelatable

From humble farmland thrust into a world of perils worse than any predator.

From the River

30,000 killed,
9,000 children
*swipe*

Emma

Polaroids on the walls,
Plush pillows lost in a heap of sheets.

Rest

Soft and warm,
Light at the end—an invitation.

Déjà vu

Oncology Wards. Christmas Day. I’ve been dreading this for months.

Rich

Rich
a flourless chocolate torte

Good Morning Sweet Girl

Golden eyes open, unseeing
But I know
She knows it’s me.