The Peace I Earned My Heart. My Truth. Sometimes when a relationship ends, the story gets rewritten. Not on paper, but in people’s minds. Suddenly the years shrink. The effort disappears. The quiet things that held someone’s life together get erased as if they never existed at all. But I remember. I remember the practical…

What do you want?What do you want?Loyalty?Trust?Companionship?We trade everything for it.Homes.Dreams.Pieces of ourselveswe never meant to sell.We chase itlike paper umbrellas in the rainfragile thingsnever meant to survive.We shrink ourselves to fit,pull tight into knots,give and give and giveuntil nothing is leftbut the shape of the giving.Until we no longer recognisethe face inside it.Where we…

We chase happinesslike it’s waiting at the finish line.Chase longevityas if time can be bargained with.We stack money,measure health,dress freedom up in plans and promises.And still…time slips through uslike water through open hands.We say one dayI’ll stop.I’ll listen to the birds stitching morning into the sky.I’ll watch the sun rise… and stay long enough to…

by MissT everythingis a house mid-collapsebut the kettle’s still boilingyou’re stood in itbarefootholding receipts for loveno one signedyou gave in handfulsin liftsin late-night listeningin money you didn’t havein softness that got mistakenfor supplyand when you snappedthey called it characternot fractureeverythingcomes back at oncelike a tide that kept your namehis voiceher laughthat messagethat lookthe one that…

Break Room GhostsBy MissT When the day ends, my body is wearyLines pressed into my facelike a crumpled sheet of paper.My filing-cabinet braingoes looking for the file I keep on you.I bring it to my desk,search through the notes,the bullet pointsthat made the list too long to ignore.You missed the memo,but the whole world was…

Growth rarely announces itself. It does not arrive with trumpets or declarations, nor does it always look dramatic from the outside. Often, it begins quietly, as a feeling rather than a decision. A subtle shift. A moment when something that once felt heavy suddenly feels liftable. Or better yet, something you realise you are finally…

by MissT Darlene learned the hospital by sound before she learned it by sight.The sigh of automatic doors. The persistent click of heels that meant authority. The low, nervous murmur of nurses at the desk when he passed. The lift bell that always seemed to arrive too late.He never used her name.“Miss,” he’d say, lingering…

This is my beat.My rhythm.A solitary drumin bone.I play.Blood keeps time.I indulge the soundthe way a candleindulges flameaware of the darkthat leans in.I dancealone,or with what I inviteclose enoughto burn.The devil knows my name.He waitsfor excess,for hunger,for the wick to forget itself.I keep him at baywith measure.With silence.With hands steadyaround my light.I don’t need youat…

Chapter 13: The Illusion of Safe They crossed the border without ceremony.No questions. No alarms. Just a sign and a subtle loosening in the air, as if the road itself exhaled.Mina felt it first. Not relief exactly. More a thinning of pressure. Like a headache easing enough to remind you how much it had hurt.Spain…

DDD – 4th FebruaryToday was a good day.Sorted out some new wheels. Three weeks and I’ll be driving again.The little Samsung TV I had found a new home too. I delivered it to a lady in Ystalyfera, free. Another small goodwill gesture out into the world.New carpets to choose tomorrow for the stairs, landing and…