I sit up on feeling the presence next to me. Coiled around my waist in bed. The cool touch of the sheets. Made a sudden movement for my collar and pulled me in. eager teeth sunk into my breast promising a kiss. A tall man both known to us stops by the door. I attempt to draw attention towards this man drying his head. Nonchalant in underpants he just watches and I watch him.
A famous man eats alone absentminded in a simple café. My cousin is seated in that same hotel toying with chips on his own plate.
She used to call me
Soul soother
She carried a shooter
I stared back at her
from the debris, splinters
in my hands, flowers
partly burnt
She used to call me
Soul soother
Years ago
Two lifetimes or more
living forwards
looking backwards
neck hurts
laugh at that.
My aunt is back. It is time to leave. We must have done some wrong or it’s just a time to start. Time to move. So we pack. I don’t know where the rest disappeared to so fast. Schooling and learning.
She’s got everything
She needs
I think
Everything she wants
the writers club 