Submissions by alicebremnerwatt

The wind barrelled, screaming down the dark street, battering against shop fronts, the neon glow of their slogans blinking for passing consumers, almost as loudly at the wind that flew past them. A lone figure came careering from the mouth of a faraway back street, stumbling as an uneven paving slab came up to tangle with feet.
The figure straightened, recovering, and continued on its way. Hunched against the wind, and curling long fingers with immaculately kept nails, around the hem of a worn, weather-beaten near black coat, the figure pushed on. Body swathed by layer upon layer of...

I would sleep but red eyes keep me rigid,
And when I abandon my thoughts, they turn with venomous teeth,
And cracked dreams will creep up on me and I fall,
A never ending, ever mending wound torn open and blood,
Crimson in its exit, stinging, stretching fury.
I cry out and shy away from something better.