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My stories

Cherry

Your Wee Small Hour

Brains of a rocking horse. Leading you to the petrol tank. Drinking in the bad day. A trash can Sinatra hue. Sinks you. And you can murmur your life, for a dollar quart.
Cherry

Pressure Drop

With you. in this bed. Undressed. Fitting each other. As if new socks. Our minds take trips. Fuelled by tears, born of heartbreak. We uncage the stormed nights. Later.
Cherry

Blow

Room scattered with the things, that every days are made of. Rotting food from days ago. Stale curls of crisps. Her body is a centerpiece. Its skin iced, diced, puffed.
Cherry

The Swordfish And Shave

The second-hand flicked past the fingers of midnight, the virgin moments of a new day. The 'Swordfish and Shave' was emptying for the

14

On this day. The number 14, is all mine. Van Morrison singing. 'Turn up your radio'. I oblige. I'm in the moment. I spin in my dressing gown. Clap my hands to Aretha.

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