Dealing with everyday disillusion
I awake in the night as the fear swoops down and clutches my chest, breath stolen as they draw closer, words turning to ash in my mouth. Paralysed beneath sheets I am fixated on ephemeral movements in the shadows; they have come for me again. The cold smoke of their limbs wrap around me and... Continue Reading →
I sit down in a comfortable chair, book in one hand cup of coffee in the other, intent on assiduously reading it cover to cover, when after ten minutes I find my hand wandering subconsciously toward my mobile phone. Suddenly I am fixated, locked in a tractor beam of artificial glow, index finger flitting in... Continue Reading →
"Burial" - A poem by Liam McMillan
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