M.E & The Virus that never leaves

“No poly. I feel like a bag of shit. Didn’t surface until afternoon. Can hardly eat. Can hardly move my eyes.” This was an entry in my diary, one of those five-year diaries mainly girls of my day would be gifted for Christmases or birthdays. In my case it was my 14th Christmas, an ideaContinue reading “M.E & The Virus that never leaves”

Gaslight in waiting

You told me to wash my hands and yet to raise them high in wanton communion, You ridiculed us as turkeys lurking and squawking whilst you traded your fortune, You told us it wouldn’t matter if we were close, and we inhaled it in, deep. I did. For a whileI stopped, worrying in hope ofContinue reading “Gaslight in waiting”