I pressed down on the accelerator pedal,
no needs for brakes.
I sit here in my Mercedes 280 SE 4.5
in pure white,
Looking through my sunglasses
getting a sepia-coloured glimpse
of my pursuit.
Handgun knocking in the glovebox.
The cassette radio screams scandal.
The clock with no faces murmurs regret.
I sit silent.
My neon china-town purple-painted lips tighten.
I see him through my rear view mirror.
He gives me a nostalgic smile and
revs his car closer to mine,
Driving his teeth through my windscreen-wiper heart.
The world outside my windows going by at
fifty frames per second.
All images pixilating into a straight line.
History flies by,
Carelessly turning the wheels like
a child pushing a pram.
Death is the hubcap on my bonnet,
As he serenades me with flowers,
Edged with lies
And Butterflies.

 

by Sophie Cullen

 

In the beginning you were your own light
Pure light
Happy, energetic and carefree
Living life
Getting away with murder
Being taken care of by your family
Mature in responsibility
A family of your own
Not just you
Days full of joy
Days filled with hollowness
Plus overtime pain you live through
Age begins to beckon you to her corner
Your mind is the same nothings changed
Without realizing
gravity pulls you nearer and nearer
Your body could not maintain the charade
Even though you are now a shadow
Memories, priceless, fleeting, cemented
You will always be
My loved one

 

by Órla Gately