COTTON CANDY

  Clouds come, cover, congregate, create contours out of what was once just colourless cotton candy to catch us unaware as we swim through each other’s current, currently without caution and I wonder if we are no more than clouds; coming together, creating colours in between the shadows before we fall too heavy, too saturated, […]

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COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE, I CAME TO THE CITY

  We held hands over hearts housed in other folds, ink had tipped another name into your flesh as we fell into holds, harbouring no more than musing moments, the south going north for something different, something foreign, someone fresh, perhaps that was all we ever were; a diversion from all that was defined, from […]

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FRIENDS FOR A SEASON

  They were just girls in a stifling city, each but a slip of the seasons, baring a hope for what they might see and running for different reasons. Jenny was winter and already withered and looking for comfort from the cold, she was journey and distance all rolled into one and the secrets she […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 8; TAXI DRIVER

  A constant darkness, the future unfolds like the road; route unknown, the past ever present but kissed goodbye; my lips still taste of yesterday, my hips the heat of your caress that has since slipped from these sheets. I was always bound to restless, to rest less and less, I am creature creative; a constant […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 5; COULD HAVE BEEN MORE

  We held hands over hearts housed in other folds, ink had tipped another name into your flesh as we fell into holds, harbouring no more than musing moments, the south going north for something different, something foreign, someone fresh, perhaps that was all we ever were; a diversion from all that was defined, from […]

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FOOLED BY FLESH

I thought we’d carved our lines into hearts, sentences poured over favoured flesh, I etched eternal but you; ink tipped temporary. All words by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a Twitter prompt Ink from #Microprompt 

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ON THE SHEETS

  And you were gone and we, and you and I were off and running in different directions, in search of subsequent distractions and you were gone, the day unfolding and duties reasoning chores into realities far from the comfort of beds where bodies were bare, where tongues touched thighs, trembling, where fingers found flesh, […]

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