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Strained Living

you look at me

and i shrink into the cracks of the brickwork

i find comfort in the humming of


( 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


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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