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Break Up The Family ‘Fuck, not again…’ is all Johnno says before he’s whacked his drink in my hand and bung up past me, shoving through the busy crowd. At first I have no idea what he’s talking ’bout, but when I spin ’round I figure I really shoulda known better. That fucking dickhead, Mario is gonna get us kicked out again. I watch the little shit as he pushes up against a cunty little Asian guy, dressed all nice with the clothes he bought with Daddy’s money, trying to impress the bitches that come here. He really shouldn’t bother, there’s not manBreak Up The Family
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Shelter - Domestic Violence Three droplets of blood still stained the pavement sidewalk years after what the police politely called a ‘domestic disturbance’; one larger drop like a miniature planet, aside two smaller droplets like circling moons. They hadn’t managed to change that when they built the new bus shelter, all sleek, streamlined glass and cold, controlled steel. I still remember seeing him with her, looking at her right in her eyes shrink wrapped in tears. If this were a movie and the sound was on mute, you’d be forgiven for mistaking them for lovers passionately kissing, hiShelter - Domestic Violence
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nascent after you slurred those words, casual and cutting, the nascent anticipation i cradled caged behind my sternum, a shimmering cotton butterfly, constricted, slid slowly down and stuck fast in my stomach. the intricacies of your velvet eyes caught the light. flecks of colour glimmered. fragments faded and fell flat against off-whites laced with violent red. and i stared at you. your bob-cut outlined your pale face reminding me of a portrait framed by mahogany; and i smiled bitterly as i thought of that old saying, the eyes follow you around the room. your enascent
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You fucking hypocrites My Corolla scuttles along Morley Drive with me inside, furious. The cool breeze whips round the car, through the window and toys with my hair but it does little to calm me. It’s six months since I lost my closest group of friends and I’m on my way to see the person who caused it - Fran. Six months after Lee threatened to beat me up, shoving me on an empty street off a cobbled stone driveway at one in the morning. Six months after I went home and cried in my brother’s arms. Five months after I’d decided to get over it. Four months since I’d spoken to any of them on anything morYou fucking hypocrites
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