Writer, Creative, Guinea Pig Momma
Some people are always looking for their next pedestal. That perfect opportunity to get up high and look down on you. The funny thing about weight is the pivotal point of perfection is obsolete. For most of my teenage life girls were always saying: Urgh, you’re so skinny, you’re like a twig. I could snap … Continue reading Beyond the Story #1
My legs are bent. Cramped and folded. Inside the old family suitcase. The soft stink of last year’s beach holiday, Caught in invisible grains of sand. Scratching my back. In here I'm Nosferatu. Teeth bared, arms crossed against my chest. What only looks like luggage offers the kind of dark you can forget little kid … Continue reading Escape…
In my head I’m counting. Two hundred and one Two hundred and two Bliss, her fingers wrapped tightly around my ankles, her boney knees pressing down on the tops of my feet, on top of my toes, holding them still, says, “Life ain’t a bowl of peaches, so suck it up, bitch.” You can now … Continue reading Some Kind of Beautiful
This isn’t an introduction. If it were I’d probably be looking at my feet right now. Or looking at my hands, tucked up the long sleeves of my top so just my fingers show. A comfort thing. I’d glance up now and then, catching your eye and give you that crooked little half smile. The … Continue reading Introduce Yourself…
emily slaney 