familiar is only an ache.
— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "inner pity poems," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell
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familiar is only an ache.
— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "inner pity poems," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell
remember, getting clean is a form of grief so let go of your own ghost: a wake, every day.
— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "binding spell," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell
We burn ourselves alive from the inside.
— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "Co-Dependency (How Terror Forms)," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell
. from out the corner of my sight paranoia paranoia paranoia shadow people wave hello . see now how conversations drop . crash clatter bang into every . can’t remember where i . so easily distracted by . sleep will claim us . sleep will claim . sleep will . sleep
— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "The Sleep Deprivation Diaries," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell
in the therapist’s office you become dissociative flesh & from above you can see your interior’s ecology
— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "embodied," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell
Pink cloud an apostrophe in sentence, lifting. Five months on. Heady moments of recollection: the body has memory, remembers maelstrom. Nature is speaking clearer. Stones sing as they once did. Clear space inside yourself: there is grief, encroaching. Your mother will forgive you. The city will too. Walk with both of them. Watch as age takes hold. Gain more weight: shame is such a heavy, useless emotion.
— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "Clean," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell
Because I am still manifesting. At the age of 42, my gender identity is more fluid than ever. Inside, I am aqueous. Outside, I do not know which pronouns best suit me: been using he and him for so long I wonder if they are who I am. Or who I was. Who was I again?
— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "This Is Not A Manifesto," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell
if you could see me you’d shudder : i am ghost other
— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "The Sleep Deprivation Diaries," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell