The darkness and the light

1 It’s dark outside and no one can really hear you cry. You don’t even know you’re crying until the sharp weight on your chest makes you sit up, and a tear rolls down your cheek. Fucking period. But you know it’s not the fucking period. It’s the man next to you. You hold your […]

Number 1.

I hope that one day the skies part and golden spills out every morning, onto your pillow and wakes you up with the quiet of sunrise. And I hope that every night when the moon’s shadow kisses your careworn cheek, you remember to spare a thought for your favourite woman and kiss her back. But […]

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