• There are some days you wake up and instantly something is wrong – you have a cold, a dry throat, you’re late or just achey. Then you stand on a plug or trip over a shoe and things just go downhill – you burn […]

  • Taking two steps forward to be thrown and pushed and shoved to the ground, to the way the world appears from behind the mask. The mask of lies and fears and dreams lost. The nightmares that won’t go away and the […]

  • The sun was beaming down onto the grey footpath, throngs of people either side rushing to get home to bask in the bright light of the UV rays. I was the one taking my time, slowing drifting through the crowds, […]

  • The farce of it all, and the comical, over-zealous expressions on their faces; the way they never seemed to shed their grins, or bat an eyelid, or show any kind of emotion that wasn’t painted on. I wished I was […]

  • The moon waning through the clouds was something magical. It was like one of those movies where some random girl walks out into the darkness of a forest and stares wistfully up into the sky. I was sat at my […]

  • Michelle O'Connor commented on the post, hoop 8 years ago

    It was all about me on the surface. Everything. Conversations all focused around me and how I was feeling, how I was emotionally. How many aches and pains I woke up with that day. How many times I cried; how many flashbacks I got. Everything. But in reality; it was all you. I jumped, I […]

  • The plane was ambling along and the passengers were settling into their pre-flight positions; tables up, chairs up, gripping onto the arm rest, closing their eyes, breathing heavily, deeply. In. Out. In. Out. It’s all going to be okay. Don’t panic.

  • The sound shook right through me; it was unlike any noise I had ever hear before and it was one that resonated with an abstract horror. It reminded me of the gutwrenching screams the females in horror stories let out, just when they find the killer hiding behind the bushes…but this was no film, it […]

  • It was getting harder and harder to wear it. The mask I’d fashioned out of fake smiles and flashes of teeth the way someone expects me to. The way they expect me to laugh and smile and say “I’m okay, don’t worry.”

  • The smell is enough to send me soaring into pain, the odour akin to one of sewerage, the headiness more overpowering than the way coffee shops in Amsterdam take over your senses as soon as you open the door.

  • Michelle O'Connor commented on the post, oil 8 years, 1 month ago

    It was like when oil is dropped into water – it falls apart and separates and can’t be joined. It’s a part of, and apart from water; that was like us. No matter how much I wanted to be a part of you, no matter how far I would be into you, into what we […]

  • Whiskers. On your chin, on the days you forget to shave, and they tickle me when you kiss me. Your kisses always tickle; but that’s probably just because even after all this time I get butterflies whenever I see you first – in the morning when I wake up beside you or in your arms, […]

  • They said that jesus was the son of god and that he sacrificed his life for the human race. The pain he suffered was a testament to his greatness, but what about those who suffer and live? The ones whose hearts are ripped out from between their ribs and through their chest and leave them […]

  • I was greeted under the chandelier with a tall glass, and while everyone else was bustling around telling me where they were going to put my various personal belongings, I took pleasure in sipping the drink I held before me, cherishing this moment of calm before people would start attacking my hair, my make up, […]

  • Maybe it’s because she’d been drinking, or maybe it was the reflection of the christmas lights but it her eyes lit up when she focused on him. She was staring at him and talking to her friends and then she just focused, and something clicked. She moved towards the corner of the room as if […]

  • Staring up at the sun I felt an unusual sense of calm; the sky’s blue was shining down on me like the sun was only for me. I remember getting the plant and thinking ‘I can do this. I can do this, I can keep it alive’. I was waiting for the purple flowers to […]

  • I was left sitting on the edge of the bed with my arms gently, reluctantly falling down by sides, my lower jaw slowly rising to meet my upper one and I swallowed.

    “You said you’d never leave me.” I whispered to the shadow walking down the hall.

  • My heart was missing a piece; a teeny, tiny little segment. One that was shaped after his birthmark, and his trail of freckles. The two were joined; and they were beautiful to me. They were on his hipbone, just below his waistline and were only seen if he shaved. I remember the first time I […]

  • The beautiful silence. Waking up and feeling for once like I could survive the day. No need for distractions, to run. To look for an escape everywhere, anywhere. No voices, no thoughts, no sounds. The unbelievable silence of a peaceful mind. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so at ease, so quietened. So […]

  • The warmth of flames can still send a shiver up my spine; knowing that the fireplace was what brought us together. Where we lay wrapped in each other and I told you I loved you. I took such a risk telling you that, I was terrified that you’d be frightened by my forwardness, by the […]