The election, voting and the Labour party

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I feel like I’ve run a mini-election myself in my own house and community. Signing up people who are reluctant to vote and then convincing them to vote. Listening to people’s concerns about things and then doing the research or presenting a sound counter argument for why they should vote for Labour or even just vote or just go and ruin their damn ballot. I believe voting is an incredibly important part of living in a democracy. Having your voice heard. This wasn’t always a right. We didn’t always have the right to vote and I think it’s important to remind people of that, it’s important to let people know that what we take for granted now people have died for.

I’m voting Labour. They are for the people, pro-education, pro-NHS, pro-helping the working class and I’m pro all those things too. I’m tired of seeing Theresa May torture those in society who can’t fight for themselves or who need to be helped by the state. I’m tired of the rich getting richer and the poor being told you need to pay more in tax.

This election is going to mean so much to so many. The results from this election are going to shape our future as a country forever especially with the winning party having to deal with brexit negotiations. I’m praying the people of the UK care about all the things I care about and I’m praying they exercise their right to vote too.

Make sure you vote on Thursday and then make sure you ring all your family and friends and neighbours and ask them if they’ve voted. If anyone needs a lift just give them a lift to the polling station. Do your part, it could be the difference between a win or lose for Labour.

Consumed by an unadulterated fear, sickness coursed through her, knotting into her DNA. Terror gripped her so intensely her insides cocooned. Her body, a rupture of implicit silences like a violent storm crashing against the seafloor creating a chasm. The pink fist like organ in her chest, slaughtered and war-torn. Leaky eyes and choked lungs; bones becoming wood, the itchy air igniting flames from within. Black ice infecting the warm liquid that streamed through her veins, no thump thump thump left in her heart.

A Lost Cause

Gasping for air as she runs from the overpowering storm, rain drops pound against her skin. The water washes everything away, she’s consumed by a foreign, unrecognisable selfishness. Her lungs on fire aching for air, legs burning as the muscles clench she staggers.

Raindrops like leeches pulls at the memories from her mind.

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Locked heart, silent screams stuck in long breaths. Anguish lost in the bite of cotton. Torture my mind, pinch until liquid leaks from my eyes. Wring out my heart it throbs a plea that torments my veins. Scorch me with your long dirty nails, but you will not understand. I am not your fertile field to conquer. Take your manhood to another battlefield.

I want to say things, the words are drawn in my mind, sounds at the back of my throat, taste on the tip of my tongue, they clatter against my teeth, a sigh leaves my lips and burns as the words die on my lips. Black like ash, they fall like gravity pulled too hard, a moment of weakness was inevitable.Speak I command. It is the unfathomable, the comprehensive, the unknown and known, the mimicked but unique, break the seething seeding silence. Be not its womb. A voice I have but words yet uncreated to announce the betrayal in my conscious or the daggers that cause me quivering pain. Leak into my skin, seep and seek me.

New Beginnings In Thanatos

“LAILA, LAILA HELP ME! PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO DIE!!”

Screams echoed around the room. Realising they were mine I closed my hand tightly over my mouth. I was drenched in sweat, though the room was cold. Shuddering I untangled myself from the messy sheets. I opened the window. The darkness felt suffocating, a perilous abyss. They were out of my reach.

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Deception

They were like hawks watching their prey, their wrath emitting towards me in waves. The glass reflecting my defeated self with my acceptance of what would come. My shaky palms moist as I brushed them against my jumper.

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Haunted

Screams left her mouth, each an octave higher. Unaware that I stopped, my knees buckled and I fell to the ground. A door scraped the stone floor; her screams persecuted me. Vibrations shook the walls, electricity shot through my spine and awakened me, if under some pretense had I thought this hallucination. Hearing the lashes from the belt whip against her, my skin prickled and blistered with pain. Grunts and sighs echoing around me.

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