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Ashes to Ashes

She approaches me with a stiff gait,
Her figure small and paper-thin but with eyes like black ice,
Wire arms dotted with bruises like a finger-painting. 727 more words


and i

i turn onto my right

i turn onto my left

i put my left foot over my right

and then the right over the left… 82 more words


Behind Closed Doors

“Oh, Drew! What can I do to help you?” Mary chirruped.

Drew’s breath caught in her throat. The wine supply for Mary’s birthday celebration had quickly diminished as it did among a crowd of middle aged mothers and she offered to refill it herself. 1,667 more words


Rat King, Sinking

100 pounds
98 pounds
80 pounds

110 pounds, they found out but they won’t again

210 pounds
205 pounds
190 pounds

90 pounds
76 pounds… 106 more words


The Pleasures of a Broken Rib

It can be hard to explain
The pleasure of a broken rib.
Bruises bloom across the soil beds of your chest,
The warmth of the consistent ache, 165 more words


70 souls

Confronting the social change that has emerged from the housing crisis throughout the country by specifically looking into the homeless crisis in Manchester city centre. 70 souls were counted in one night sleeping rough in the city centre. 39 more words

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Head Cold

My nose felt like a flooding tap

My throat was embalmed with phlegm

My head hot and sticky as if a child’s fingers were prodding my brain… 142 more words