Sunday, 20 June 2010

SHOT NO 42: THE WHITE CEILING, by Anthony Sides



That summer reminds me of her. Potted plants, dusty windows, and the sunlight reflected.
"I'm a slag but - " raspberry jam falling out of her mouth.
"How can I love you when you bite?"
Her wet skin, ripple and swirl, and the sunlight reflected. Scraps of rain, dusty windows, and the sunlight reflected.
"You can't want to think, you laugh all the time."








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