The Lake
An unnamed bird
skims the surface.
You linger
as an afterthought.
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Memoir
The wind
blows,
leaves
scatter.
You drift
in and out
of my mind.
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14/11/17
Outside, the sky
in so many shades
of pink.
Here, a crow
pecking at
the unrelenting window.
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Curse
The night devoid of stars,
a pale crescent
hangs in a corner.
Down on the street below
a bitch moans
in childbirth.
My dreams charred
with a recurring fear
of something
I don’t know.
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Oblivion
the night thickens
around the bush,
not a footstep
to be heard,
the snake
slithers back
to the undergrowth.
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