The pleasures of youth sit back to back. In a library of quiet. Leafing through a worn-down Hamlet, The faceless ones that return there nightly in visitation. Sifting through the works unseen. Their use of eyes are buried, gone. The white haired twins, their trapped annoyance. They always miss the last bus home.
© Eve Redwater 2012
Hello everyone, just a quick update. Sorry this one took so long to post, I’ve been having a lot of trouble with my University funding recently, and it’s been a bit touch and go. For now, things seem indefinitely okay, so it’s just fingers crossed from now on. I’m a little out of practice writing, and I’m slowly working my way through responding to comments, so I’ll do my best to catch up this week. Thank you for all your support and comments! Eve x