All around me there was nothing
But pomegranates and I knew I
Couldn't eat them so I bore my teeth
Damn those hell hounds and the
Ebb of the river styx
Fuck the flow
Give me the seed
Hell is waiting and
I guess it's time to go
Just leave me the rind
Kill it with worms and mites
Let them have the rest
Mine's enough
No juice no syrup
Only the bitter
Pretty scraps
Queen of the brimstone
Ring in spring yourself
Saving me was never the point
Tying me up
Undoing the knot
Veer between until I'm dizzy and all divvied up
Want it?
Xeric lots will do
Yellowing leaves may be the last thing to miss me so
Zip-tie me up and leave me to rot
About the Creator
- Runner-Up in Sensational Challenge
Remembering the rink
If you were there, you’ll never forget it. For decades, Durham Ice Rink was at the heart of the city’s social life. From Friday night ice discos to crowds roaring on the Wasps every Sunday, not to mention a proud history of figure skating and speed skating, the riverside rink was the place to be.
By Andy Potts6 days ago in Art
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