“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...