Hi - this piece was inspired by the death of my mum when I was 14

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…pricking behind her eyes. Her mind foggy with the pain of what was happening. She felt unsure of her footing as she left the hospital room and walked. She didn’t know where. She just knew she needed to leave. Leave the sights. The sounds. The smells. Somehow leave the sorrow of what she was witnessing behind…

By Zoë Ricard