Author Archives: Isabella Millington
00:35 The carriage was long, empty, and smelled of lavendar. Or didn’t, but her mind was full of lavender and so into her nostrils went the empty fast food cartons, the twenty-year old upholstery and the lone pigeon feather, and became lavender. Everything became lavender in there, where the sunflowers were always in the sun […]
Later, I will regret letting him take my hand in the space between our seats. I will regret letting him hope, even for a second. I will wonder if it did more harm than good, letting him believe, naively, that I could ever be a person he could lean on. But for now, there is only the two of us, the scenery racing past the car, and the music. For now, I let him anchor himself to me.
Time shifts. Its the air, something about the air moves. Alters. You dont see it, exactly, but you know it. In your throat, where the anxiety lives. Or in your chest, where the hummingbird lives. You are walking through your kitchen door. Before you reach the steps which will take you back to your desk […]
Look at you kid, growing old so young.
You didnt know where the cracks were
Or where the sidewalks would end
You used to paint in marble
And these polaroids were once new…
And she dropped the word ‘and’ like a honey-covered bomb
But still ended her novel in a full stop
For every sentence has to stop
For even Ulysses had to stop –
I’m leaning out of the window of a bus which is hurtling much too fast down a very narrow, very bumpy mountain road. Directly below me, the land drops abruptly away, the bottom of the mountain swallowed by a darkness so heavy I can feel it. The wind whips at my hair, and the silhouetted […]