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Tag: crime

Savage

The night before you were killed, I was drinking at the pub where you were tending the bar. After the … More

crime, death, grief, London, mental health, mental illness, murder, poem, poetry, safety, violence, violence against women, writing

One Time at Camden Lock

1 / I watch the man in the crumpled white shirt take a swig from his can of Stella and … More

alcohol, Camden Town, crime, life, London, love, memory, mental illness, murder, observation, poetry, prose, prosetry, relationships, short prose, short story

Somebody

Stumbling out of the pub last night we heard the helicopter before we saw it. “Air ambulance,” he said. “Trouble … More

anger, city, crime, crisis, death, humanity, justice, knife crime, life, London, murder, poetry, politics, prison, prosetry, rant, society, writing

wsowrodrsd

In response to today’s (final) prompt of NaPoWriMo 2019: to write a minimalist poem. I always try to cut out … More

anagram, crime, experimental, GloPoWriMo, knife crime, language, London, minimalism, NaPoWriMo, poem, poetry, power, words, writing

A Sorry State Of Affairs

Good morning, London. If you’re reading this, congratulations! You’ve lived to see another Friday. Good morning, London. If you’re reading … More

Brexit, Britain, crime, journalism, life, London, media, politics, prosetry, rant, satire, shambles, social media, society, writing

Mine

Come here lay beside me in the dark we’ll feast on pieces of each other’s broken hearts and eat jalapenos … More

couple, crime, love, madness, poem, poetry, relationships, writing

Insane? Contain, Restrain, Detain

Knock Knock Knock Knock *male voices* Is this the one? Yeah. Knock Knock Knock *opens door a fraction* Yeah? What … More

breakdown, conversation, crime, dialogue, help, life, London, mental illness, NHS, police, society, writing

Mugshot

Babes, I think that, from now on, whenever I get so sad that you don’t know what to do with me … More

crime, depression, help, Hijacked Amygdala, love, memory, poem, poetry, writing, youth

Maladapted Modern Martyrs

On the night we first met, you told me that I would be the death of you. I remember we laughed … More

crime, death, drugs, film, Hijacked Amygdala, love, short story, society, suicide

Other Girls

Once, during the summer of our confusion, you told me that you loved me because I wasn’t like other girls. … More

crime, Hijacked Amygdala, identity, life, London, love, memory, relationships, short prose, teenagers, writing

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