Wednesday, 13 April 2016


(NB. Part 13 starts leading out of the project and into the second part of this story,
where things will start getting a good deal nastier)

Carrying touches
Across amber ridges
Leading out of the tunnel
Ghana’s words flooded Michelle’s mind
Past the deserted shops
And underground reservoirs
Dotted with the sunset

Lacking direction
But setting themselves adrift
With each footstep they took
Hovering just below the surface
Pin-pricking across the border
Drifting in and out of sight
Like trains in-between stops

Or stories heading
Towards a sticky interlude.

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