Monday, 26 November 2012
Monday, 19 November 2012
says
Our sister lives in a faraway city near a lake. She has learnt the language and she says she likes the crisp days of winter and the grey sky. She has sworn never to come back. Sometimes, we receive a postcard with all the buildings painted in black. We know it's her. Mother does not allow us to talk about her, Father looks away into the horizon. Her room is closed, only the maid goes in to clean the dust off.
Monday, 12 November 2012
Monday, 5 November 2012
mud
The road, unsurmountable, twisted, breaks the car. Trapped in the rain and the mud, our sister prays for her future. She gets out of the car, walks towards the river.
We say goodbye
Monday, 29 October 2012
Night
The night is here I patrol the city, the lights beckon. I travel at the speed of light a riverblood coast the surface. I ride the sky, nobody can touch me. I am standing at the end, someone is coming, they ask how much it is, I look through him. I am, a soul lurking in the shadows, they go away, I clutter the space
There is nobody left, they embrace in silence , nobody breathes.
Monday, 22 October 2012
The river shimmers under the stars they
are hidden behind the bushes they know she will come and sooth their
pain the moon rises high above the sky the bats fly and the nocturnal
stream litter the place with its sounds nobody moves they wait the
first rays appear she still not there they wait a little longer they
will be back tomorrow
Monday, 15 October 2012
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