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‘Bus Stop’ by Matt Alton

The passer by denies my existence with the confidence of their gait, the steadiness of their gaze. I peel back layers of skin to show the shining mess, but each time I’m swallowed by earth – which in case you’ve forgotten is cold, full of dead, sharp things. It’s like fucking an iron maiden – […]

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‘Superheroes in PJs’, by Grae Salisbury

This is shocking.                 I am not an object and I am not broken but                                           the pain tells me differently.   This is chronic.               Why am I not adjusted yet?   It comes and goes, it’s all my consciousness                                                         or                                           all I want is to lie down.   And when […]

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