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
I don’t mind movement
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
Faith Taryn Davies 