they seemed softer
his shoulders
red bricks
concrete dreams
samson's hair
receding
i started to slip
from between
his lies
his fishbowl eyes
shaped like a question
eunuch lips
a stuttering cry
disbelief, as my back
spelt goodbye
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A Quarter Past Hope
PoetryThis is a collection of my earlier poems, they are mostly raw and emotive reflections on love, loss and betrayal.
