Autumn

YOU walk briskly through the bustling morning streets. Your breath comes in quick short gasps, the cold air burning your lungs and setting them alight like a Christmas tree. The cold air prickles exposed skin, and you sniffle slightly. Autumn has arrived in a fall of burnt leaves and clear, bright mornings, and anticipation coils … Continue reading Autumn

Building Bridges

There’s a tear in my heart I can’t fix. There’s a hole he made you can’t fill. There’s something broken I can't mend. There are stitches in my heart, you helped sew them. There's a bridge over the gaps, you helped build. There's a plaster over my wounds, that's healing thanks to you.

A Single Sock

SHE found it at the back of cupboard buried underneath an old jumper and some old tights with a hole in them. It's bright pink colour shone brightly underneath grey wool, and she released a sigh as she pried the single sock free from its dark grasp. She'd been looking for this sock for months … Continue reading A Single Sock

Quantify

I imagine how the sunshine Looks on your face The ease at which you reach for a can Or two or three with the boys How it feels to be away from all the noise Of this city Perhaps a smile as you slip Into a summer daze Worry and stress fades As freckles begin … Continue reading Quantify

Tattoo

He scratched his arm lazily. His class was dragging by slowly, and he could already see the students losing interest in what he was trying to say. Gazes were shifting towards the clocks, chairs were swinging, and a few phones were already peering out from underneath tables. The students still hadn't realised he could see … Continue reading Tattoo

Spooky

Streetlights flicker, the wind whispering in your ear as you walk down the street. Exposed skin prickles at the cold air and you pick up your pace, hands buried deep in pockets. Twilight has already faded into darkness, an inky sky bruising the last streaks of daylight. Cloud wisps crawl by, grey shadows painted on … Continue reading Spooky

The Commute

THE subway thunders underfoot, the vibrations shaking the commuter’s bags. Keys jingle together from within pockets, the sharp noise clashing with the rumbling of a rolling Buckfast bottle along the floor. Occasionally, it crashes into the metal underneath the carriage’s course seats. A sticky mess trails behind the green bottle as the stench of alcohol … Continue reading The Commute

‘I Know’

“I NEVER hated you, you know?” The villain looked up at the rasping words and blinked stunned. After everything they had done. The bombings, the killings, all the blood that stained their hands - and yet. “I-” -“it’s ok. You don’t have to say anything.” A moment passed. Then two. And the silence rang in … Continue reading ‘I Know’