a coil of barbed wire tightens around my throat at i sit with my phone pressed against my ear, listening to my father unburden the woes of his new love-life onto my shoulders...
listening as he talks about going to bed with this new woman... while somewhere my mum is cooking a meal for one in a little flat under someone's house.
so this is how it is now.
words, thoughts, letters never sent
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