The Last Fight
James Blackford
By James BlackfordPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
I waited all night
She said it would be alright
It was our last fight
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Thirty (one) and Neither Flirty nor Thriving.
I'm thirty-one and orbiting the same few mistakes like they're landmarks. London is already awake before I am (or before I've slept) - sirens somewhere far enough to ignore, buses sighing at stops, people moving with purpose I can't quite borrow. I lie there for a bit, tasting last night at the back of my throat, trying to remember if I meant to drink that much or if it just...happened again.
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Thanks for the kind words!
This had really sad and uncertain undertones! well done, you have new subsbriber!