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My second instalment in the Pen y ffrwd story.

Max It Out A circle with no end, a web of whispered lies, spun by architects of the unreal. Wolves without teeth, yet still they devour. Sowing...

Floating fairies in the air they glow everywhere this room comes alive with the shadows on the walls made by the street lights out side my window now...

Back in motion with a poem I wrote during a reflectionary period. I was questioning my self-worth as someone with CPTSD. The whole "____ girls" is based off of my experience with harmful unsolicited advice from loved ones that reflects deeper issues like generational trauma, victim blaming, and overall misogyny.

You are what you eat but you’re not what you wear.

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] It’s not just that we do what’s wrong, but that we tend to do what’s wrong, without a deep desire sure for...

REFLECTIVE SURFACE THE STILLNESS OF THE WIND CAPTIVATES ME WITH THE SILENCE OF HIS PRESENCE. IT IS A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH; AS SHE MOVES...

Stress affects different people in different ways. Thinking about the funeral, stressed me out. It wasn’t my mum or wife, so I couldn’t imagine how...

Hermione put her phone down and thought for a minute. She was sipping a large gin and tonic whilst reclining on a chaise lounge, in the all-white...