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My stories

The gods of violence

we are the fury and the verisimilitude but we are prisoners trapped in a one bedroom Council flat on the 34th floor of a tower block in Kennington and we can never leave
Cherry

Killing little England

We are the benefactor and the begging bowl the mountain and the avalanche

Dirty little footprints

I must not dig any deeper for fear of where the footprints might lead

A year before I became a high wire trapeze artist

A year before I became a high wire trapeze artist and a year and two days before the whole, every bone in the body broken, coma thing

When he pulled the telephone out of the wall and slammed it into the filing cabinet

When he pulled the telephone out of the wall and slammed it into the filing cabinet an inch from my left ear I asked him why he thought it was acceptable to humiliate me so publicly

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