For Theo
Donate Here
•
Poetry
I dream, and think, and feel from the opposite side of the city,
In a cell of grey and steel, about our home – peaceful and pretty.
Concrete and metal, alarms and locks, an empty queen-sized bed: me in a cramped and lonely box,
and you on the couch instead.
I miss you, and us dancing. I miss the night we met.
But from our different windows, we can see the same sunset.
I dream, and think, and feel from the opposite side of the city,
In a cell of grey and steel, about our home – peaceful and pretty.
Concrete and metal, alarms and locks, an empty queen-sized bed: me in a cramped and lonely box,
and you on the couch instead.
I miss you, and us dancing. I miss the night we met.
But from our different windows, we can see the same sunset.
How to Make Bannoffee Pie in a Secure Unit
By Garth
A sweet treat using buy-up staples.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 20
•
1 MIN READ
I Am Tired
By Anthony
Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 20
•
I Hate You, Crystal Meth
By Mackenzie
Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 20
•
1 MIN READ
Twelve Years Trying to Patch Up My Soul
By Abynei
My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.
Creative