A Large Expanse of Winter I'm resting my head on a large expanse of glass.A Large Expanse of Winter by ~sexyfatbloke
Somewhere on the other side is the sun, restless and remote...
He's been upset lately. The winter reshuffle hit him hard; so he's sulking.
"I'm not going to tell you what to do...
...you're a grown-up now..."
... apparently it means not asking for help
I think I saw him yesterday, but it was early and I was already on my way to class
I think he was over the park, for a moment I thought I saw him; he was in the trees reflected on a wall...
I turned around but he'd gone.
...
...
Perhaps he'll call
Perhaps he'll post me a message
Perhaps, something short, letting me know where
The Plum Tree My Dear I know your face my dearThe Plum Tree My Dear by ~sexyfatbloke
And I knew your father of old,
I know the things he fears my dear
And where he lies, so cold.
I knew your mother once my dear,
And why she ran away.
I know her parents damned her dear
And why she danced so gay.
I saw this palace built my dear
I know its halls by heart
I'll see the ceiling fall my dear
…The timbers come apart.
I met your father this morning dear,
Near the gates, where the bone-man comes
We spoke of the nearing winter dear,
Of the summer, and ripening plums.
The Silent Club Welcome to the Silent ClubThe Silent Club by ~sexyfatbloke
Hang your coats in the hall
And please turn-off your phones
You'll have no need of them here
I could not paint, he said
I never had the eye
To catch the fleeting beauty
Of the changing sky
----
This is the Grieving Place
Where memories come to die
Where dreams are laid to rest
Beneath an amber sky
Early on a Tuesday morning His body woke-up firstEarly on a Tuesday morning by ~sexyfatbloke
His legs swung out of bed and moved into the kitchen
His hands and arms and eyes made his mouth a drink
Much later his head followed
Awakening to realisation
A slow dawning of known facts
And with his head in his hands, he wept.
He cleaned the blood away and tidied the whole flat; polishing, hovering, mopping, dusting... He changed the sheets in their bedroom and threw the bloodied, torn bedclothes in black bin bag; he tied a knot in the bag and put it in the bin outside. Once the bed was made he finished undressing them; their clothes when into another bin bag and that too was put outside. As they lay
I promise you'll like what you find 
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