Grieving in Slow Motion Slow-motion grieving, the hours pooling thick as honey, Each heartbeat stretched, diluted in a nightmare where Anne’s laughter echoes through the hospital’s hush. The world blurs: I move as if underwater, amputated slowly, limb by limb, no anaesthetic, pain refusing to subside, the promise of waking never kept. Time is..
Falling in Love with another Anne Or how I’ve fallen madly in love with the same, yet radically different, woman twice Once feisty Anne, her laughter sharp, opinion a shield, principle her armour, she’d pace the halls of life, anxiety folded taut, but neat, beneath a silk scarf, eyes tracing the lines of every..