Carly-Jay Metcalfe



Chemistry

Dismantling your form as you stand in the wake of white laminate, everything takes its place as arable desire crunches under my downy boots. I say ‘hello’ like an apology – not wanting to be a duchess of regret (yes, …

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After Janus

Conifer branches like oars, the sky forces pods of rain into clods of earth. Dirty, rolling clouds freckle my eyesight and people shrink away as they hear the inelegant sound of scratching. Whatever you have done – whatever you have …

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