Soundtrack

I wish I could write
stepping into the weekend over
school’s threshold with

Scar Tissue’s pining guitar lining
the lonely Sha Tin mountain view

into words. It is a feeling.
It is the feeling of not giving in.
It is the feeling of summer dying.
It is collapsing.

It is re-seeing
the settled gold of four-thirty on the
harbour sides. It is a bottle of wine,

liquidly promising that
tonight
will feel fine. It is flexing my spine

and unravelling
to the twist of a key
in my lock.

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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