Izzy circle


pockets full of rocks
hands clutching sweets in pairs
sky nursing fog, lapping the loch
lungs bursting with crystal cold
the carriage pulls up empty.

crumple-toothed and wide-eyed,
she’s asking for answers
but we don’t even have loose change
she drops 5p and gives it to me
says it’ll bring me good luck


Sarah circle


Sit alone on a hillside in the country, way down low, surrounded by the twisting legs of hundreds of laughing, kissing strangers. Take a deep breath and smell the smoke blossoming on the air as the dusk drags itself desperately across the horizon.

This is the most exquisite way to be lonely.



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