The first grey hair was a bit of a joke, but by the tenth she’d stopped laughing. She just yanked them out blindly. She took up skydiving, wore lycra, ran marathons, talked a bit too fast. If she kept moving, time wouldn’t catch up with her. Yank yank, tick tock.
If I touched one snowdrop,
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be swallowed up by this
innocent little tumour,
reminder of black winter?
If I kissed its lips,
would it turn my heart
to face the future
or seal my secret,
keep it pumping there
in its stem until never?
story of my life
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gina
I really liked this one and the photo is fab too :)
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Jessica