So I’ve finished the ‘news’ week and I’m onto finding new objects each day and writing on them/about them. Please make suggestions for! Here is today’s:
Translation for those who don’t speak chalk:
You’d walked all over me. I wished the cracks in the pavement could swallow me up. You’d told me my boobs were too small, my waist too fat, my life too fast and my career not fast enough. I looked into your perfect glossy face and tore you in two. Seeing you lay there in bits on the concrete made me realise: magazines are just words.
freyawrightbrough 