Who’s that banging at the door?I was asleep and awoke with a snore. There’s a terrify crashing in the trees,and the wind is no longer a gentle breeze: it’s an ogre, firstly humming and growling,then a screaming banshee, whistling and howling. Kim M. Russell, 9th December 2024 Image by Alexander Andrews on Unsplash It’s Monday […]
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Wave Washed
I’m under your skin, your nails and tongue; there’s so much left unsaid and undone. No number, no thunder of waves could wash me away, nor the terrifying teeth of a tempest gnaw every trace of bone. I am the scattered salt in every raindrop, the fingers that linger and drip down your pane, scratching […]
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