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2 smoked mackerel fillets, in one vacuumed sealed plastic wrapping, seemed to sum up their marriage. They had purchased them on the Monday, with plans to serve them for breakfast the following day. Only, that morning came, and she gave them a peck on the cheek and said ‘I’m in a hurry. I’ll grab something from the shop’
This had become an ingrained routine. If it wasn’t a hurry she was in, it was an early start to fit in a gym session before going into the office.
The 2 smoked mackerel fillets, in one vacuumed sealed plastic wrapping, reached their expiry date. She couldn’t stomach them and they both loathed fish.
from behind glass – detached – small interactions – shops, pub, coffee shop etc. alone, slow tears – writer – essays – memories – neighbours – noises – trying to avoid contact
I don’t know if this was intended to be a poem or a story outline.
The egg dried onto the metal of the frying pan. It sat in the sink, capturing the drips of the tap. It seemed to sum up her depression so. Every time she thought about cleaning, she could only stand at the sink and join in with the tap’s weeping.
i have always lost the friends i made - lost, as if they were like socks or ballpoint pens was it me, i would ask am i so bad at being a friend i am not worthy of that others seem to attach, assimilate into groups without any effort seem to fit in and i would be so conscious of saying the wrong thing, of staring too long or not making eye contact like an exam i am learning that it was never because i was weird / too much / not enough / just ‘cuz some kids don’t know any better
I often wonder if I had known I was autistic much earlier, if I grew up in a world where differences were respected and didn’t carry so much stigma and weight, if I hadn’t felt that this was normal and I simply had to toughen up (it’s a lot, I know) Would I loathe myself so much less, would I be a happier and healthier adult? Would I feel less like an imposter and more like me?
the shopping centre is being assembled - filled with brands - restaurants and chain stores that will not feed or clothe - nor welcome the rough sleepers that are nestled in the shop doorways around this building ‘they’re all addicts’ ‘they make more money in a day than we do in a week’ they haven’t anywhere to call home we all have our vices yours you are able to hide behind a front door
Wrote this during NANOWRIMO a year, 2 years ago maybe? Not sure about the last lines. But the sentiment remains.