Tag: streets
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ALL GONE
They haven’t gone, the Christmas Angels.They’re hiding from me.Waiting. In the shadows.Ready to step out into the twinkling lights.Reflecting in the dirty puddles.Shimmering and blurred.Walking along the empty streets.The closed shops, the dead cafés.An open door.Please sir, can you help me?An inviting arm around my shoulder.The warmth of the hallway.Shut out the cold Eve.His smiling…
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THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE
She could hear her mother’s voice from the grave, ‘Is it worth it?’ The world tilts out of kilter. Sun sears her eyeballs. Cool tarmac against her face. Shards of broken green glass. A dent in a red metal bin. Memories of the night before. Anger and hatred. Standing firm. Too slow to run. Her…