Words Get in the Way

Words stick. She knows the answer, the words are present. She can formulate a sentence - voicing it is the issue. Her throat sort of closes up. She knows it, but she can't say, can't demonstrate that she knows it. Lack of eye contact, she leans into the wall's embrace, hopes that no-one will call… Continue reading Words Get in the Way


She's ditzy. She sits with a blank expression, eyes far away and vacant. It's like she wants to create a new stereotype - dumb brunette. (why should it be restricted to blonde?) She favours pretty, girly stationery - bubblegum pink and baby blue. Her counterparts favour navy and red. (fluffy, insipid) Her nails are always… Continue reading Claws