seaworm writes

i love you black bin bag, so neatly packed in little rolls, hiding away under the sink, biding your time. i love you black bin bag, your plastic sheen shines like a jewel, and your stretch marks make me so anxious, for you are so precious to me. i love you

When I moved into my newest home, there was an ant infestation.

i think about foxes a lot. i’d cycle back from work in the small hours of the morning, when the clubbers were all sleeping off their bad decisions, often damp from rain and navigating the dim streets with my phone torch. most nights, the only sign of life…

the other day i spoke to a friend who was entering the foray of activism for the first time. they suffer from chronic pain and are disabled so are unable to attend the vast majority of protests or actions without suffering. they are poor, unable to send m…

For Amu, who encourages me to write so much that I can’t bear not to.

TW: This post contains mentions of child sexual abuse, parental abuse, self-harm, suicidal ideation, and involuntary medical hold.