Beer collects on the hairs of my upper lip, and so I stick out my tongue and suck the beads down as a treat. Feeling giddy, I picture her in the nude and in particular, the shape of her breasts and the touch of her nipples upon the tips of my itchy fingers. Those… Read more

  Stayed in bed for most of the day watching all of the Final Destination films while trying to remember what number bus I used to ride with my nan and grandad when we travelled between Luton and St Albans to visit my great-grandmother. Guess I could’ve Googled it, but meh. There were bluebells on the way… Read more

  She touches herself to a soundtrack of screaming babies and the noises horses make when their bellies get cut open. You know, like those ones in the war that were attacked by dogs that ripped out their entrails thinking they were gonna get a treat of sausages covered in gravy. I made that last… Read more

The cigarette sits perched on an empty can of beer. She looks at it, looks at the ceiling, looks back to the cigarette, then closes her eyes and falls asleep. Her bra smells of milk. She hasn’t taken it off in days. Can’t be bothered. No energy. No desire. I’m in the shower masturbating. There’s… Read more

  Sad songs. Yeah, you take the sad songs and slide them in your lover and make them better. Right? You kiss them and touch their bits and squeeze them all over and things blossom and your lover comes into bloom like never before. Right? Those bright lights, how they float around your head like… Read more

  Piers and mirrors and fast food wrappers and hair clips and dead ends and cigarettes that bounce in the road and your smile and yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. Teaspoons of English desperation while standing in line waiting to pay for your shopping and a terror attack in… Read more

  Buzzing bees and the distant memory of feverish belly rubs. Itchy fingers that would glide around her navel as she kicked her legs waiting for me to do my thing. Stood there unzipping myself, I’m lost in her image and it’s kinda painful and yet the lust she brings makes me feel like a child again.… Read more

  When I awake, cold daylight touches my bleary face. It’s most unwelcome, and so I roll onto my side showing my contempt at its presence. There were dreams about ladders and rooms and hallways with yet more ladders and torn curtains the colour of lost love. She had appeared in one of the rooms, and… Read more