She wears her city dress something cute, and as I knock back a shot of something spicy, my eyes belong only to her. They grow as big as the moon, and after all these years my hands still itch at the sight of her. Those curves that ripple like the curtains in the dead… Read more

  The streets we walked down as lovers are buried. They exist only as bubbles of time that float around my cock as I bath on my return from work. Remembering her perched on the edge of the bed, she would wait for me to unlatch her bra and cup her breasts. Sometimes I would,… Read more

  She paints me as some morbid drinker, but it’s just not true. I’m misunderstood. A painter who’s lost his way. Tonight she sticks needles into the fleshy bit between my balls and arse. She says she read something in a magazine about how it prolongs erections. I think she does it because she likes… Read more

  Something about Sophie. A piece to detail how fleeting she was. Those blood-red gums. Those eyes that grew so wide at the mysteries that awaited her in London. Write about the curls of her hair. Write about sheltering from the rain under market stalls and her refusal to kiss me because of my cold… Read more

  When I put the ring on her finger, she whispers something about electricity. As she bites through the string I’ve tied around her wrists, she presses her body against mine, but I’m drunk on two bottles of wine and can barely stand. There are bees and butterflies in the garden, and the sight of… Read more

  There’s no explanation, yet she’s always looking for one, just like the rest. All they ever seem to do is constantly search for answers- anything that will give them meaning. But there’s no meaning to any of this. The days tick away, as do so many lives that pass without merit. Words can shine… Read more

  Sometimes, I insert a bicycle pump into her vagina and pump her full of despair. I used to pump her full of my love stuff, but the days are cold, and I’ve grown to resent all that she stands for. I’m not sure if my actions are perverse or an attempt to humiliate. Maybe… Read more

  A girl with searching eyes that know my tricky desires. I try and pretend I’m too old, but it’s useless, for the older I get, the more pointless it feels to be lying. When you’re young, you try and pretend you’re normal; that everything is fine. That life is great. This I once attempted… Read more

  While looking at decade-old porn, I attempted to lift weights for the first time in years. It didn’t go well, though, and after twenty minutes of agony, I gave up. It came about as an effort at looking after myself due to self-neglect of shameful proportions. Writing makes me inactive. Coupled with drinking and… Read more

  The first books read at university puked upon in a drunken haze some Friday evening after a dozen pints and a kebab in the center of a strange new town. As a matter of fact, it was the only kebab I ever ate in my entire time there. Some of the books were saved;… Read more