Sitting in the shelter/rain hitting tin roof/
spark of fire/paper lit/orange glow/smoke curling out/
feigning escape/snatched back into grateful lungs/
corrupted haemoglobin/satisfy the need/
crush underfoot/
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Henry Bladon is based in Somerset in the UK. He is a writer of short fiction and poetry with a PhD in literature and creative writing from the University of Birmingham. He is the author of several poetry collections and his work can be seen in Poetica Review, Pure Slush, Truth Serum Press, Lunate, and O:JA&L, among other places.
Photo: Adel
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