a collection of originally written poetry.

Daniel seemed perfect to Anya. Once he'd gone so had all of the pain he caused. Everything he did was shoved into the closet in the back of Anya's mind for her to forget, but without forgiving. It seemed that everywhere Anya went, she saw Daniel. Ever since the break-up she'd become introverted and wanted nothing but her home, art group, and him (of course). And so her life had become simple. Talking to her best friend, sleeping, art, and thinking about him. For nine whole months, she had been almost subconsciously waiting for him to turn up at the door so she could jump into his arms and kiss him. Her quiet days became almost filled with imagined conversations between them, and all the bad about him seemed to have faded away. Because in her mind, he was perfect.

a collection of uncategorized poems from the year 2020. some are from various poetry prompt lists on instagram.

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"Me and the girls are what the rebels think they'll become." Three girls sit opposite a medium, desperate to speak to the missing fourth member of their band. The lost bassist, Ophelia, watches on, even surer than them that this is utter bullshit. But, still, she's obliged to show up at her own séance. "I'm a crazy bitch, a deadbeat, a psycho, a slut. The world is gonna miss me, I can tell." A story of death, infatuation, and rock music. - warnings: profanity, underage drinking, brief mention of recreational drugs