Love, mum The next letter arrived on a Saturday morning in June. I was on the front porch, picking up the fresh bottles the milkman had left. The postman handed it to me with a grin, ‘There’s another one for you, son.’ I turned over the postcard and read ‘Greetings from Venice’ scrawled across itContinue reading “Love, mum”
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Sleepwalking
For the last two months, Carrie’s been sleepwalking. She would rise, usually around 1am, and I would watch her from my bed on the other side of the room; her dark figure making up her bed before wandering into the bathroom across the hall. There, she would stand in the dark, scrubbing her hands redContinue reading “Sleepwalking”
Stress – A poem
Im falling through a trapdoor.A voice in my head picks at my brain,curdles my stomach.It pulls my hair, shines a torch in my face, screeching IS THAT EVERYTHINGI have to stop myself. I scrape at the walls,boney fingers gripping for a ledge that isn’t there. I’m falling faster. I can see the rough terrain belowContinue reading “Stress – A poem”
What of Innocence?
That’s what you said while we walked by the sea. I didn’t know yours had been taken by a familiar shadow who stalked you through the woods. The grand, old owl your keeper; His bright eyes watching over you as your youth was tossed into a shallow grave. A great oak marks where it lies.Continue reading “What of Innocence?”
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