Author: Unique

I don't write. I create. #EveryHeartbeatCounts

Friday Fatigue

I woke up at 0400 (GMT) showered, smeared olive oil over my body, dressed and went out.

At 0600 (GMT) I walked through the entrance of a supermarket and purchased the following:

  • VGTRN BURGERS
  • VGTRN BURGERS
  • VGTRN BURGERS
  • BBQ PIZZA
  • BBQ PIZZA
  • FROZEN FRUIT
  • FROZEN FRUIT
  • QUORN BITES
  • ALPRO YOFU
  • ALPRO YOFU
  • FLORA
  • FLORA
  • DRINK
  • DRINK
  • DRINK
  • RAPESEED OIL
  • TINNED FRUIT
  • TINNED FRUIT
  • TINNED FRUIT
  • COCONUT OIL
  • GREEN CHILLIES
  • AIRWICK REFILL
  • AIRWICK FRESH
  • CRUMPETS
  • CIF CREAM
  • SPICY NOODLES
  • SPICY NOODLES
  • SPICY NOODLES
  • POTATO CHIPS
  • POTATO CHIPS
  • GLASS RAMEKIN
  • GLASS RAMEKIN
  • QUORN BURGERS
  • STORK MARG
  • ALPRO YOGURT
  • ALPRO CUSTARD

I packed everything into one grey backpack, a cooler bag and a large eco-friendly bag. I carried everything home, disinfected the fridge and packed everything away.

After I ate the Quorn ‘chicken’ burgers, I remembered I had forgotten to purchase icing sugar. I ventured back out and after 45-minute walk, I ended up at a 4th supermarket – apparently, everyone is baking and they’re all sold out. However, in the 4th store, I found icing sugar.

Another chunk of time elapsed and there I was watching ‘My 600lb Life,’ via YouTube and drifting to sleep.

I woke up a short while ago and saw two missed calls from Mother. Followed by a WhatsApp message about Ozark on Netflix. Currently, I’m typing up a brief account of my day, eyes slowly closing…

Object: Tissues

I saw you on the shelf and I wasn’t sure if I needed you, but I picked you up and paid for you anyway, as I felt I wanted to.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I opened you up and pulled you out of your blue and yellow home. I had been crying profusely, my heart ached, and I felt at a loss without the man I called love.

My nose was runny, and my tears blended in with snot. My lips smothered in my liquid waste, dripping down onto my chest and becoming a recent memory.

There you are to mop up my sadness and capture my snot. I appreciate you tissue, I value you a lot.

Due Date

You should’ve been ready before the end of February, but I could not figure you out.

3000 words was all I needed to create you and express you out, in the form of ink and paper.

Fury, you’re driving me crazy.

Short stories take forever…

Pointless Possibilities

I thought about our conversation and felt compelled to share my emotions with you.

I like you.

Well, I think I do?

My hair is a mess and my face is full of spots, but you said you didn’t care, ‘Unique, you’re beautiful.’

I have walls up and I feel you trying to break them down. I’m not sure how I feel about that, I don’t know if I want love around.

Haircut

I was young and trusting and I trusted you to do my hair.

To braid it up and make me feel pretty.

But you cut my hair at night-time, you cut my hair as I slept.

Auntie B, you’re a BITCH!

I woke up and wept.

I hate your existence; I despise your blood type.

Don’t speak Unique into your life, when you see my name in print and online.

I’ll write about how disgusting you are and how unfortunate I couldn’t pick my family.

I’ll emphasize your ability to be a whore and work legit at the same time.

Technically you’re listed as an aunt on my tree, but bitch you’re no family of mine!

I’m Here

It wasn’t so long ago

I pinged you

I texted

I called

I hoped

I prayed

Today I heard you ask our universe for me to return, I heard you beg.

Too late, you should’ve replied with accuracy.

Later…

I never spoke of you.

Your name is not worthy of my voice. But I wrote about you because writing is love and not a choice.

Next Door

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Next door, to my left, lives a man that plays music loud in the morning. Every morning I’m mourning for good music that has since passed.

Next door, to my right, lives a couple and the fight most nights. He slams doors and she cries. Every night I’m screaming inside for a moment’s silence to record ASMR right.