dreaming. of. something.

looking, upside down, inside-out, at life

Cherry

stone

This morning I slept with someone else. I will not be clean for a while.
Cherry

142 Manor Street

Granddad and I walked perfectly in step on the way home. A still, conspiratorial silence, cut with the crunch of sherbet saucers and the pat pat pat of our boots.
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And look at the mess we're in

You left before I could say I blame you For the lives you undid, the pills you threw down your throat. Your charcoal-drenched septum, a molten black moat;
Cherry

Angels

I’d grown used to her eccentricities - the tapes that blared ’Shine Jesus Shine’ at all hours of the night and the Virgin Mary bookmarks that sprung out like phantoms from every corner
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As good as it gets

And tonight we forget About everything; The things we wanted, The things we'll never get.

bah humbug

Twinkle twinkle little star, Bloody presents can't be far, Twinkle twinkle little star, Wonder where the **** they are
Cherry

By the radiator

I stole some midget gems. I felt sick when I ate them. Because they were yours, And you had cancer.

Settling

I wanted to take your guts The molten bloody mess of it Swirl them round my mouth
Cherry

Mind the gap

His hands, his hands, gripped her white body. He held her like she might crumble; light enough not to break her, tight enough to hold her together.

I saw it in the stars

I am a Capricorn, Yes that's me. Small, lean and goaty, Don't mess with me. I carry the stars in my mind, The world in my step, Gritty and goaty, Yes...
Cherry

The scent of them

I miss the smell of families – Funky, loud, unabashedly visceral. Granddad’s chest hair was wiry; sourly Vinegary, reeked like baked conkers. Nana’s...