top of page
Search

Strained Living

  • Writer: Lippy
    Lippy
  • Mar 22, 2021
  • 1 min read

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)

Recent Posts

See All
Scaffolding

I feel like I’m in a constant waiting game. Waiting for you to let me in Waiting to see you again Waiting for, forever. Time is suspended. Miles stretch like elastic Sound won't echo Foundations remai

 
 
 
Slip

Pressed into my hands without consolation, already hemmed and labelled, size only guessed at. I learned its limits the way you know the seams of a borrowed coat: the stabbing pinch high in the underar

 
 
 

Comments

bottom of page