Yesterday I turned 25. The sky is a dark bruise, October was a landslide. I am playing an old song In a hollowed-out kitchen. It’s a storm-soaked afternoon and I am waking up reeling in the lonely blue, The unyielding penumbra of youth: Here are decisions I made slowly, and without realising; Feelings I thought were infinite and Could not be beaten to death. This is a poem for Claire, Who changed or who changed me. I realised yesterday that we might never speak again. Hannah Healey is 25 years old and lives in London. She has a degree in Experimental Psychology from the University of Oxford. She has previously been longlisted for a Grindstone Literary prize. Comments are closed.
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