“Didn’t you want me back?”
Nana stood at the top of the staircase. Her head hung crookedly, the whites of her eyes glowing a sickly yellow in the meagre landing lighting. I felt myself nodding.
“I do. I did,” I faltered, my hands gripping into the bannister. I could see the skin of my knuckles stretching and bunching. Small globules of bile rolled around in my stomach, gathering like blisters roun...
“Are you sure?”
She looked over the city, the skyscrapers burning gold in the sunset. She lowered her head slightly, chin jutting out.
Maria placed her hand on the other girl’s shoulder. She could feel the tight rubber band of tension pulling in her shoulders.
She smiled softly, lifting her chin with a gentle finger.
“I’ve never been surer.” Maria said.
Lina chewed on the insides of her cheek....
From the moment your train pulled in
rails grating
I couldn’t wait to stand on this platform again.
And here we are a weekend later
days which I spent with the heavy weight of the sand timer circling my shoulders
looking forward to my head hitting the pillow each night like a brick
signalling your departure as
one clock face closer.
I dodge the ring of your arms
the sweaty cage of your lim...