Ache

Tired

I wish Tom would take the knife that he’s been twisting, year after year after year, and plunge it deep into my heart, and rip it out for good, quickly and relatively painlessly rather than this ongoing torturous nightmare I’ve endured for so long. I am tired. I am tired of fighting him. Tired of…

Inferior

Dreaming I am driving on the motorway towards Hazleton. The traffic ahead is coming to a standstill; I brake hard and stop. The car behind hits me, but only gently. I turn around to look, and the man in the car – which is blue – smiles. To my left are four cars that have all crashed;…

Quilt

Dreaming I am visiting a male relative in hospital; there is nothing else they can do for him, and I feel really sad. I walk through Hazleton, pushing Rosie in a pram; she has cancer and only has days to live. I am trying to buy a quilt for her to keep her warm in…