Strained Living


you look at me

and i shrink into the cracks of the brickwork

i find comfort in the humming of

electric

( i wish i was electric )


my blood has turned to stone

at this point

i feel lonely in the bright spaces

eyes piercing

mind hurting

it's frightening


fingers pressing against wrist

maybe i need to

check

that it's still pumping

life isn't spilling

i'm still alive




Words by Nikki Hamon

Artwork by Kate Harrison (@artiste.kate)

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