Where I Come From…



Where I come from, the air

Is red: all oxygen leeched by greedy gasps

Of rage.

Angry words skitter; drops of

Colloquialism kick up their heels; and shiny

Soles are turned skywards.

Who is it, the one that polishes fury into a

Reflective furore?

Bitter; busy – hopping from one insult to another.

And manic tongues sink into

The neat slots of cardboard graves. This is the proxy, the

Battle, between loud life, and seething silence:

And not stepping on the cracks.

Fresh Ink: Volume One. A Literary Journal from the University of Hull (2011).



Amber R Walker, Hull, Creative Writer, Bookmaker, Lover of art

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