Saturday Morning

Waking up, me chirpy and annoying and you groggy pulling me in to you so close I could barely breathe, I’d make one of my silly faces or something to make you laugh and ease you in to the day, Pulling  my pyjamas on, I’d get up and put on a pot of coffee, Then … More Saturday Morning


My god, you’re the one I still don’t know if I can forgive, the only one. I still flinch when people touch my stomach and am reminded of how you punched me there. I still remember you pressing my arm against a hot spoon or flicking a lighter over my wrist, I still don’t put … More Still