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She bit the inside of her mouth hard. She tasted rust.
The spiders are fishing, / stringing out tendrils / in a sharp afternoon light.
I don’t like fiction
I don’t like fiction. You can’t trust it.
The Man with the Mind Map
Two and a half hours of listening to the pathetic drone of a self-made man who sought to give me enlightenment. One who proudly claimed his…
Draw Blood – Jay
Jay received the letter late on Thursday. There wasn’t much in it. Just the note saying that she’d died.
I’d wandered away from the house, not really intending to go far, but the easy pace and muttered stones had helped me walk further than ant…
“I’ve done something bad,” said Ruby, lying stretched out on the grass underneath the clothes line. She’d been squinting into the sun.
“You selfish fucker, you’re hooked,” she’d spat at him. “You’re a bloody idiot.”
“Is he a doctor?”
“Yes, I know all of that,” said the woman’s sharp voice in English from the kitchen where the happy plant sat on the window sill. “But is h…
Just focus. Breathe. Concentrate. Trying not to think of it worming its way inside her skull, its shadowy movements masked behind her eyeba…
I’ve got a dose of the heimweh. I’m sitting here and playing with the sound in my mouth. Tossing it about, licking it.
The cracks are more obvious now. I’ve seen them appearing along the inside of my wrist.
Cat Scratch Disease
Then there’s a smile. A warmth that spreads. She could not have possibly have meant you ill. But she did.
Draw Blood – Mark
When Mark heard the news that she had died, he’d had an involuntary jolt, simultaneously combined with a rough and cold internal litt…
The Removal of Poison
I had not imagined the removal of poison to take quite such a long time, and to be such hard work.
Waiting for my train
The sounds of the tracks with their shiny silvery noise had cracked through my ears only a heartbeat before. But now that has gone.
The crowd would look at Jack’s hands, then into Jack’s face quizzically, and then back at his hands. An expectation hanging in their eyes, …
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