Escapril: Girlhood, Boyhood

As a girl,
I learnt to cry.
As a girl,
I learnt to smile.
As a girl,
I learnt to trust.
As a girl,
I learnt to hate.
As a girl,
I learnt to wonder.
As a girl,
I learnt to forgive.
As a girl,
I realised
life isn’t easy
but it’s there.
As a girl,
I realised
the world isn’t fair
but it’s there.
As a girl,
I realised
many things
that still scare me now.


Escapril: Liar, Liar

I was in a bit of a punny mood for this one.

Liar, Liar,
Isn’t that your name?
Lia, Liar,
Isn’t that who you are?
Liar, Lia,
What have you done?
Liar, Liar,
Sitting comfortably,
You know what lies you’ve told,
They’ll eat you alive.

Escapril: When The Party’s Over

I couldn’t help almost writing down Billie Eilish lyrics to this prompt! It was hard not to.

The music stops,
a drunk kid drops,
the world slows,
everyone goes,
so do I,
but not home.
I go somewhere else
where the party won’t end,
so I don’t have to think,
all I have to do is drink.

Escapril: Nourishment

What fills my body
with joy,
What fills my body
with hope,
What fills my body
with love,
is the blood within,
surging through my veins,
strong and thick,
telling me what to do,
who to trust,
that’s what fills me up.

Escapril: Body As Friend (or foe)

my body is nice, sometimes;
she tells me when I’m hungry,
or thirsty, and reminds me
when to sleep.

my body is mean, sometimes;
she causes indescribable pain,
and blood where it should not be,
and sadness too.

my body is scary, sometimes;
she reminds me that I’m mortal,
and that I’m dying,
but she reminds me to cherish life.

my body is mine,
and we may have disagreements
just like family,
but we will always be together.

Escapril: Describe a Smell

your hand over your mouth,
you look at what’s ahead.
sick, on the floor,
blood combined with it;
trampled lungs,
grey in dust,
deflated like a balloon,
easily unrecognisable;
a face beyond,
sunken eyes, open mouth,
charred fingers and singed toes,
cigarette still stuck in his yellow teeth.
you finally open your eyes
and realise the smoke alarm
has gone off.
you burnt your toast.

Escapril: Make It Rhyme

I struggled a bit with this one as I hate forced rhymes but I think it turned out alright. I mostly used a rhyme scheme but there were a few lines I strayed from it.

On an island,
Surrounded by sand,
Want to go back,
Stuck with only one backpack.

Inside is some coke,
and a cigarette to smoke.
Nothing to save me,
But maybe it’ll set me free.

I find some cards,
Solitaire is too hard —
I stack them instead,
Taking in turns with black and red.

No food,
No mood,
No time left to live,
No peace to give.

Only sorrow,
As I see only the now,
The future is gone,
Everyone was wrong.

I wasn’t going to be a boss,
But that’s not a loss,
What’s sad is I’ll always be without
anyone to care about.

No one will remember me,
I’ll be that dude who died at sea,
No one will know that I didn’t die at 20,
I died at 21.

Escapril: femininity

This one is formatted differently. It was important to me to format it like this.

I’ve always felt insecure about my body. I’ve often looked at it and wondered why this is my body. Why could I not have someone else’s body? I see scars and stretch marks, I see fat and curves, I see a body type I wish I didn’t have. That’s the funny thing though, isn’t it? I speak to those with a different body type and they often say they’d prefer it if they had more curves, that they’re too straight down, but then I wish I could be more like them, I guess? We are never going to be satisfied with our bodies, we are never going to be completely happy, so we should just accept that these are the bodies we were given, and we should learn to love them. As much as I hate my curves, as much as I wish I could be just slightly taller, this is what I was given. So I’m going to learn to find it beautiful, just like how I found this world beautiful. Even the mud, and the slugs, I think make up the world in a beautiful way so we make up the world in a beautiful way too. The word for all this is wabi-sabi. I love that word. It’s about finding beauty in the imperfect.