I left a trace of you In each part of the city That you’d never seen Face flushed, I ached to dig you Out from under my skin Your mirth coloured concrete The feel of your skin dissolved Into neon signs and the burnt colours I had felt, defaced run-down bus shelters Each memory of […]

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What I Call Flaws

N.B. All events in this story are entirely fictional, any allusions to the ‘real world’ are merely coincidental. Once, when I was old enough to know better but young enough not to care, a boy told me – betwixt tangled limbs and pale blue sheets – that I reminded him of a child. He said […]

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