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Behind Bars

He sent shudders out around them. His face was wrinkled and thin. His nose had a pink and white stripe, and his arms hit the bars with a swipe to reach out of the gaps with his hands, that were hairy and long, and he showed
Cherry

This pale picture that was our house

Rain-washed, paint-brushed so many times crimson ivy bloom through the creases in autumn. Tough winds of winter storms lashing its pebble-dashed spiderweb-embroidered face but then again copper-seared lustre
Cherry

Out of Body

I sleep as the Egyptians died, my hands abreast and folded in a way a mummy might have guessed her soul to leave for afterlife. But I don't travel far, as life still holds me back. The thread a-stretch I rise

Venom

She touched her swollen face, dabbed it with make up. Applied lip gloss. Her lover left no answer on the phone. He did his best by leaving her alone with lint, mercurochrome. No sad apologies or a bouquet. Her face

Cloud chase

I am plunged , head on, into the void until only a wisp of the moon remains. Wrapped up to the chin in my duvet, I fly except for one eye that I left in a flurry. I lift the other one towards the black. My ears

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