by Annie Rew Shaw
Image credit: Mag Pole, via Unsplash
I didn’t realise how lonely I was
until surrounded by strangers and friends
rendered incapable of connecting to
anything
Of course, three drinks down, I fall into
the part
acting up // performing // master of the
art of “social interaction”
the networking queen
but the taste in my mouth is sterile
Bleached clean
Originally published on www.annierewshaw.com
Annie Rew Shaw
Annie is a musician, artist and writer from Devon, now based in North London. She performs and releases music under the moniker Austel.
Her poetry, illustrations and music serve as a cathartic outlet; depicting the vivid physical and verbal imagery that we can use to articulate mental health and human emotion.
Your work is undescribably fantastic! From the simplest of strokes to the most complex, I feel honored to have the chance to see each piece. Many of them spoke so directly to me that I wondered if you knew me. The one where the character cut it’s heart out and offered it to an uninterested crowd made me cry, a lot. I can’t find the courage to not throw away the few drawings of my own. That character was me and the heart was my work. Nobody is interested in what I want to express. Sorry to sound so gloomy, I’m not looking for help or sympathy. I just wanted to let you know how much your creativity touched me. To my core.
Yours always
Jack Boone