As I stood on the roof I watched as the orange sun sank behind the ruins of London. The shard looked as if it were on fire, the fractured glass reflecting the burning sunset behind it. Ash still fluttered down from a blackened sky onto the empty shell of the city. The London eye now … Continue reading The first lines of my short story: Rise Again
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Your acrid breath swims across my soft neck, Scratching at my swollen cheek. Your stinging words drift like dust into my closed eyes, Catching in my clumped lashes- I cannot see Your fleshy hands crawl beneath my papery skin, Whilst cold violets bloom over broken veins. Your sweaty grip breaking brittle bones, Snapping ribs and … Continue reading Nothing
Chapter One
I had always thought the curtains in this room were opulent and graceful; they perfectly matched the rich colours of the dark wine walls-for they had been designed to- they were made from the finest crushed velvet, and hung in rippling waves of extravagance from hand-made golden rails. Now with great effort I turn my … Continue reading Chapter One
Alicia Jones Poetry 