I’m not afraid of the dark. The dark was the place I learned myself. I bathed myself in it. In the place where the hot and the cold met. I understand it. I understand it’s dangers, it's enticements. I listened to poets and musicians go on about the romance, the cruelty, the beauty, the deepest … Continue reading Afraid of the Night
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Shower Floor
Water pelts into the skin of my hip as I lay curled on the shower floor. Water trapped where my body meets the edges of the tub ebbs and flows over my cheek as it gently rises; a stark contrast to the sting of hot water as the shower beats down on me. I can't move. … Continue reading Shower Floor
3am
I wish I could explain better what it feels like, the euphoria of 3am as I bounce around a room unable to be bounced. Two feet here, two feet there, and you've gone the length of the space and yet I bounce. I bounce and I move and I curse curse the edge of the … Continue reading 3am
Returning Home
I had three years of sunlight, years of it got better, and I was free from the place I had begun to believe would always be where I should be. I'm walking a familiar path overgrown as it always was, and the icy breeze moves the leaves every so slightly, but the sun always caught … Continue reading Returning Home
Faith Taryn Davies 