Why I won’t dance to the songs you sang in 2017

Catherine Sleeman


I turned 18 sat on a blue sofa under one-to-one supervision on the psychiatric ward, and so the music my friends remember as their first tastes of the ultra-violet unshackling of adulthood is, to me, the sound of being pressed up so close to death that he can feel my ribcage, and the frightened thud of my butterfly heart not yet emerged from its cocoon.


Catherine Sleeman is a writer and dancer who takes inspiration from the natural world and her observations of the relationships between people. She is new to writing submissions. She has been supported by Creative Future.

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