Last night; I sit opposite the doors, spying into a strange little world. Last night; I sit opposite Marks and Spencers; everything I feel- industrial and detached. I rest my face between my knees and drag my knuckles along the concrete step in dismay. My other hand hooks a tarnished railing. I can taste the metal. I am not choking on words; I am ( Read more... )

 On Thursday our pores were plugged with London, teeming with a combination of grease and dirt. It was sticky and hot, but we were happy enough. We sat outside the venue, Eleanor picking her legs and I, thinking about something negligible, starring at Pacific Net Coffee café; oblivious to the Hayes By-Pass buses and passers by. Interrupted by “Is ( Read more... )

When the nights are only shades of black, different densitys passing by each other; when it is uncomfortable to lie, to sleep or breathe, when my skin is as bright as a nazi lampshape, I cannot shed the feelings of regret or stop the itching feeling I wear in this disguise- the only thing I could tollerate between the pillow and my head is your ( Read more... )

I smiled innocently when the assisant flicked her blonde hair over one shoulder and raised an eyebrow before returning a fake smile as she passed 'The Sex Book' through the scanner in Waterstones. I said my thankyou's as she handed me one pence and a receipt, avoiding the blameless smile that questioned her ignorance, and returned seemingly ( Read more... )

When I was in Year Two, I watched a video about a country. I can't remember what country, though it was Scandinavian. I watched children making traditional meals with their parents, happily conversing in a language I couldn't grasp. The sun was setting and there were houses and woodland, the houses made of wooden panels and the trees covered in ( Read more... )