mama don’t call me dirty

of ptsd

Feb 2, 2020Mar 21, 2020 by mamello m

the screeching

of visceral pain

Feb 12, 2019Feb 11, 2019 by mamello m

sometimes in january

on the ways in which our bodies remember past traumas and find expression

Jan 31, 2019Jan 31, 2019 by mamello m

travel lethargy: numb goodbyes and anxious hellos

11 September 2018 London Heathrow Terminal 3 20:13 Travel Diary i left like I had arrived. harried and panicked. going through motions, its hard not to feel…

Sep 13, 2018Feb 11, 2019 by mamello m

the obscure hall and its hollow walls

I am wandering around the obscure walls of the sunken place searching its oblique halls and I can’t see past the darkness and the emptiness. there is…

Jun 21, 2018Jul 1, 2018 by mamello m

-breaking apart

sometimes, it feels as though I’m melting spreading into lather-like substance losing firmness consistency breaking apart, slowly- irrevocably a withered fern losing its light other times, melting…

Jun 7, 2018Jul 1, 2018 by mamello m

Choosing Single

an essay and some poetry on love, self-love and singlehood

Apr 29, 2018Feb 11, 2019 by mamello m

i was taught to never make eye contact

– of everyday escapism

Feb 10, 2018Feb 20, 2018 by mamello m

– vapour

of grief

Jan 7, 2018Jan 22, 2018 by mamello m