Whilst performing (in my drunken opinion) a perfectly executed ‘slut-drop’; with my knees bent, my bottom sticking out just enough to cause attention, but not enough for me to look as though I am passing wind, and my arms, (one loosely holding my purse, the other desperately clutching a gin and tonic) flailing in the … Continue reading Falling on the dance floor
Month: April 2017
You can’t walk, but you can write
It is 4 in the morning, I have been awake for hours, and I am in agony. I have tossed and turned, trying to resume sleep. My leg is throbbing. My hip feels as though a knife is trapped under my skin, twisting around and scraping my bones. I can’t stop crying. I do not want … Continue reading You can’t walk, but you can write
Chronically Catherine 