What do you want to be? Who are you? What do you do for a living? I cannot give you these answers, you'll simply misunderstand, and I am not living a life, that allows for that strife. I will not try to make you understand who I am. I cannot quantify an existence that just.... … Continue reading Where I Begin
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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
Beauty In The Disease
I burned image after image, thought after thought laying waste to my mind just to see if I was awake. It's a given, a tidal wave that burns until everything, even my memories no longer exist in this quake. I needed to feel the heat, so I poured what was left down my throat, and … Continue reading Beauty In The Disease
Faith Taryn Davies 