by Camilla Di Nardo
I’m a hysterical woman
Some believe that my uterus moves around my body
Forcing me to do strange things
Tag: pain
Poem: Crushed birds
by Lola Riley
Kindness should be passed on and that’s how you should live your life so I took a long lunch and I haven’t taken my medication since Sunday.
The Witches Magic
by Shree
To burn the witch is to admit magic exists.
My mother lights the fire to my funeral pyre.
A woman is a half formed thing
by Shree
A woman is a half-formed thing.
She is moulded, contorted and shaped.
Poem: Three years down, forever left to go.
By Nanette Ashby
This poem marks the three year anniversary of her diagnosis with Fibromyalgia, a chronic pain condition.
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