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Nightwork2- Alone

Part of the truest realisation we will make about suffering is just how vulnerable we are alone.” Alone Watching black jackets fade into the night, out of the blanket of warm lamps, And dim windows shielding sensual mutterings from the outside. Sitting staring at cream walls, shabby tiles, and immaculate cupboards, A cluttered sideboard and…

The Brain Rains

You’re afraid of being murdered in your house at night, but it’s all that I dream of. When money becomes a means only to survive and not live with. Waiting for a friendly face that never came to rescue what I had. And the racing thoughts hit harder when the weather turns bad. The brain…

From the Balcony

It’s early – or it’s late, depending on when you wake. I think I’ll sit outside and have a cigarette, pulling on three layers just to be out in the cold The gentle slide of the window ends in a creak and thud once it’s at the top (I hope I don’t wake the neighbours…

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