The Present

In the pink box
lies a hairslide in the
shape of a bug.

It is a glorious green.

It lives in the pink box.

You are mad at me,
because I've never worn it.
But if I wore it
the magic would wear off.

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Love Story

What if

the best thing

about falling

in love

isn’t him;

how he looks

when you’re

inches apart,

or the things

he told you

whilst the

headlamps

outside

lit up the window

like fairy lights. 

What if

the best thing

about falling

in love

are your

stories,

that used

to be old

now

suddenly new;

the kids

you went

to school with,

what your parents

did wrong

and how

you didn’t

mean to

end up here,

It just

happened.

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Progress

eventually

all you’ll become

is an imprint

less material

than a pressed

flower

from a

bygone age.

there wont be

a love letter

or a

faded photograph

in your

legacy.

you will be

transient

as a

text message. 

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Fantasy

goodbye

cheap chicken shops

with

smiling cartoon

birds

beckoning

us in

to feast on their

slit throats

and

bleached flesh.

goodbye

free papers

thrust into unwilling

hands

by purple and yellow

people

in baseball caps.

I won’t miss

circumnavigating them.

goodbye

escalators like teeth

hot dark tunnels

an armpit in my face

and the fear

of being pushed

or pushing

someone

to their death.

And

goodbye

your curls in the

bin

your brown eyes

and that smile

like a magnet

or honey

either way, a trap

and my hope that

this time

things would

be alright.

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