The Solo Drinker

Table for one, please.




With furrowed brows, she stares at the wall of text on her laptop screen – its brightness inevitably creates a gentle glow against her cheeks.

A low, resigned sigh leaves her mouth as she rests her chin against the back of her hand.

Her mobile phone buzzes.

Continue reading “Glow.”


He doesn’t (mustn’t) know
that he’s her tender spot
the one that goes unnoticed
till she rummages through
her cluttered
on a quiet night

He makes her laugh
in ways he doesn’t realise
she stores these moments
in the abyss of her mind
occasionally retrieving them
for a private chuckle
on a balmy afternoon

Continue reading “Safe.”

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