A heart unfortified

I’m not afraid of being vulnerable, nor of people knowing about it. What I am afraid of is losing control. Not relinquishing control – I’m comfortable with that – but losing it, either so slowly I hardly notice it at first or all at once like a blow to the back of the head. It[…]

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Singing like a canary

People keep commending me for my honesty. Please understand that I don’t particularly want to be this honest. I wish I could just pretend that none of it happened. All I’m really doing is controlling the narrative. You can’t hold anything over me if I’ve already blabbed all my own secrets. I can control what[…]

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Antechambers

‘What are you writing?’ my grandad said. ‘Confessions to crimes I’m yet to commit,’ I replied. ‘Oh,’ he said. ‘Why can’t you write something nice?’ And then the person on the other side of me tries to peer at what I’m writing. I get agitated and close the book. I move away. These lines aren’t[…]

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