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Friday, 14 October 2016

Blogtober #9: A Scrap of A Poem I Wrote on The Bus


It's going to be a short one today, because I have a pizza and cinema date to get to in half an hour (yes, I'm seeing Bridget Jones' Baby again. Don't judge me).

Anyway, like the title says, this is a very short poem that I wrote on my bus home from work after reading the amazing Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur.


Happy Friday everyone!

Hannah x

P.S. Yep, this definitely did happen to me quite recently. Maybe I'll write a whole post about it soon...

'How funny it is
To be kissed outside a club
By a boy who called you bad words in school

How funny that people forget
that faces change
And cigarettes are shared and
Under damp stars and umbrellas

You taste like amaretto and sleep
Sickly sweet, sticky
We're smoke and missed calls and cracked, dark mirrors


I watch myself melt and remould under his fingers

- smoke (2016)'

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