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You ask if I am happy to see you Well, is it me that asks or you? I cocoon myself underneath you and plead Yes, yes, I have missed you, I am joyous. You are not so sure. Your mouth manoeuvres an upturning and eyes glisten in a way that says Darling, I believe you. But I am not so sure. Perhaps I do miss the way I used to throw myself into the air with a fearless gravity. The spinning and bending of body– Flesh as suspension, the air as a vacuum to move through. Perhaps

Earthed in Leeds Your life is relentless And it will always be so Because you live seriously Manic or happy? I can only tell at the last...

TW: Self-harm I fear I will never truly be human to know how to inhabit a body; making walls out of my skin and art from my scars....

They come in numbers, pattering against the window. Drip, drip, drip. The sloshing of September showers slides down the glass in silky...

Up the carpeted stairs, a hand slides along the greasy banister. Below, sticky floors with spilt Jager bombs swirl in a sickly pit. One...