7/1/2018 Poetry By Andrew VelzianHawthorn It was only one night, you said with a pat on the back which felt like a punch from behind as I turned from the sunset and saw the falling leaves stained by the first rust kiss of Autumn. In Sickness and In Guilt When it looked like you were going to be ill, as in doctor/hospital/dead/ kind of ill, I thought of myself, and how like your cells, I was failing you devouring you from the inside until there’s nothing left but fear and regret. I thought of how I’ve wronged you, used your hope against you, lied - but never cheated, and hurt you so. Re-affirming, as you do on occasion that you’d be better off without me, you accused that it was the easy way out you said that we’d get better and I resented that, and you. And when you got your results I decided there and then, that we both needed a fucking hit. ![]() Andrew Velzian is a Scotsman currently living in Vietnam. He is sub prose editor at Under The Fable magazine and has poetry and short fiction published both online and in print.
Carly smith
8/24/2018 09:29:08 am
well done Andy, your an amazing writer xxx
Emily Velzian
8/24/2018 11:20:08 am
Well done so proud
Norma
8/25/2018 03:48:47 pm
Well done Andy x Comments are closed.
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