I want someone to pierce my heart,
to relieve the pressure.
There would be blood
(of course there’d be blood… it’s a heart),
But there’d be air too.
Some sort of gas.
It would be green and pink and blue and purple.
Some might say it’s because I haven’t looked after it.
But I think it’s the opposite…
I’ve let it love what it loves,
Wildly and with abandon,
Diving deep into impossible situations
Experiencing the depths and breadths and heights,
And allowing it the freedom, if only for a moment,
to see the possible in the impossible.
I thought this was my first published poem — but no — I have another!
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Spending Halloween night in an old cemetery turns out to be easier than Stella imagined, when Parkin’s ghost turns up.
Sleeping with the Soldier
The spark Vivian and Angus had still burns bright, no matter what might’ve happened in the years since they last saw…
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