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Anna
It’s four in the morning, and I’m sat in this room of gloom, eyeing pictures of you, of us. The rain clouts against my window, violent yet so soothing. I stroll to the door with my head tilted like a...
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Miranda refused to rummage in her handbag for keys, on dark nights, at her front door. She had watched numerous horror films and knew that someone would likely creep up on you in that second that you...
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A mirage of a spider scales your bare back, Peroxide bursts your plastic skin, You cling inside a curtain, among wet tiles; Where lime mould bleeds from bruised grout. Mould fed the flies, now stuck in...
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