Summoned

My lids were lifted and the ceiling was closer, The floor was further away. No floatation though, well suspended. No. My back was held in place. Sculpted between my shoulder blades, I could feel the supports of which I was raised. They were solid, unbreakable, stronger than oak. Every pore of my skin gave off … More Summoned

Spoons

Defened by the overly noticeable silence The knots and twists of the carpet invoke vertigo The sort of dive you’d be expecting violence Bombarded with 2 for one, Thursday special promos It’s curry club night and the feeling’s right A Tesco ready meal slopped into a balti dish Immortal naan bread and microwave rice Stick … More Spoons