dechrau newydd
by
steve coel
'the streets didn't look very good, they seldom did.'
[ charles bukowski ]
through the one way mirror, she watches him. a single document
that will kill not only the two of them straight away, but
countless others who follow. she willed him not to sign. willed
him to stop. turn, walk away, but being too frightened to cry out
and warn him, she passed out and fell. so now; in small rooms
where nightmares live, broken shapes pass each other and time is
memory, love forgotten.
Arfordir Byw
steve coel
An 11.59 Publication, Birmingham