claire jones

five minutes of waiting for the water to ‘kick in’ you decide to ‘fuck it’ and grab the bottle of glens vodka off the side and slowly sink back into the retro chair you stole from next doors skip

A small step, one foot infront,
A skip runs through my heart,
Twisted emotions escaping my shell,
this love a brand new start.
Eyes glazed over as chills run down,
your face stained in m…

"Shut up!!all of you!I want to speak to my son you hear me. I want to speak to Peter!" Screamed his mother with a shrill voice. Wiping the sweat from her forehead and clenching her jaw,