All My Relationships Start with ‘T’
Up and downs and nothings at all
Tantalising tangerine ‘top tastebuds
Tectonics trembling
Track the tension
Tickling
Tenderising
Talking ‘til time touches Talitha
‘Til time terminates
Tungsten tempest tearing
Trying
Terrorising
Then tepid torpor
Tie the tassel
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Kyra Hannah
Part time teacher, part time artist, hobby writer.
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Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford7 days ago in Fiction
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Oh dear. Terribly torrentially lovely.