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Sacrifice.
Martha turned the wine glass on the table then stood back and frowned. She then leant back and turned it back to its original position before smiling and stepping to the next place setting. The sound of her shoes against the floorboards echoed through the room. The house was quiet, empty and waiting. After checking… Continue reading Sacrifice.
The Elephant In The Room
The tiny man that lives in my chest is breathing louder. Longer. His lungs swell and ribcage expands and with each breath instead of retreating his body continues to grow. He sits curled, his spine arched and face unseen and with every inhale I feel my bones creak. You stand above me, watching me from… Continue reading The Elephant In The Room
Goodbyes Are Hard
It was time. Finally. Shaking hands grip my bicep and without looking up from my phone I pull my arm away. My gum has lost its flavour which sucks. “This sucks.” I say. His hands move from my arm to my waist, pulling tight. The feather tucked in his hair tickles my nose and I… Continue reading Goodbyes Are Hard
(who)le
There's a hole in my head and everyone is looking at it. Looking through it from one side of my mind to the other. The hole is growing. Stretching. Across my forehead meeting tear duct nostril then mouth. Everyone is looking at me. The hole in my head spreads down my body to the floor.… Continue reading (who)le
Hard Rubbish
Next to a broken set of drawers is a couch with the seat pillows missing and on top of the couch is a mattress and between the mattress and the couch is a dead body. I’m pretty sure it’s dead. The arm dangling down the side of the couch is bloodied and one of the… Continue reading Hard Rubbish
Anything You Want, You Can Have.
I check the cable ties again and frown. He’s sweating and keeps moving about so much I’m worried he’ll get loose. I’ve always trusted rope more than these stupid bits of plastic but the company won’t fork out for anything these days. ‘Superfluous and unreliable’. Idiots. I use a second tie around both his wrists… Continue reading Anything You Want, You Can Have.