Six weeks of rain.Paradise finished/John bought snacks..#loverenewed

Monday 26^th jan 2026

Sharma and the Ukrainian bitch.

Her heart was heavier than most, a court of twisted points that spoke empty; like old fruits that fester blown apart. All blood and half destroyed, dethroned by tight mouths that suck suck sucked. The two bad twins emptied, sucking, and thieving in their ingratitude- by invitation only, on her very own welcome mat MB

27.01.26

Flight..

The woman, was at the station high on a platform studying the doubt. Dusty brown,The pile of old worn travelling cases piled high. Like her they had hastily scraped, together and carried through the night. Tightly Slipped and fallen. Unsure if within this peaty black she would ever find herself again. The house had been still when she left, the wood quiet, all small noises contained and sleeping high up in unmothered beds. And so she had quietly descended, travel suit already damp, and sweating with the effort. She alone had borne the weight, and closed the door, Leaving his key on his bible. At the end of the drive,she had checked and called for the cart boy but, despite the arrangement and the penny, he had not come. And so she had walked, with all that lay heavy; dragging the last of what she had the half mile to the station. to stand alone on the platform -straight, in her determination to leave a fallen man and his unbridled children. One day when/ it was over/ and she was safe within the noise, of carts and wagons and people ; she would tell the story of a beast that had dragged a woman, with no one in the world, to teach his children. One day she would tell it, but not now?. For now, she remains low within the shadow, and the silence of what cannot/must not be said. Looking down the track, waiting for salvation. The light is in the east now, travelling the faint silver of the line, approaching like a warning ? Or was it a reminder? Mirroring the fear and tension of thoughts that prayed that just for a little while more, the world would lay quiet MB

28.01.26

Corn eyed blue is green.

She woke up dead in his own life, and immediately recognised the throttling- the exact moment she/had been struck, by sentiments that had no meaning; that had sucked and held the things that didn't belong to them with eyes that were unsteady and words that were unfelt. She recognised it, for that was the exact same moment she fed  the corn adder woman that had bit her. MB

All About the pooh

Hell is pulling through my skin, forcing me on to mud floors, where things touch, and the unpleasant is felt. In these places you skid as you fall through ruins, and divorces as the UN-permitted and unsorted/unallowed ghosts,wander in. MB

29.01.26

She was alone in it, between the web- eroded. Draping over the the big surrenders, the restless dead frightened out of all existence. That bleeding procession of  magma giants, with their swivelling hoods; bog eyed monsters duelling with soot footed men. MB

30.01.26

Able the Cornish love

What is the hurt? Other than the long/ great waste. between two formal forgetting s. It is the tide above the shore. The rhythm of a loss, absent and yet still calling. Withered under a palloring sun. Sailed upon in great suffering She stands alone, now in widow's black, the sheen of midnight, fighting with the currents of memory that draw back. Old times. His arms loving like oak,.as deep as the dark soil of an old Cornish farm, high above a golden sea.Good stock.Old.Proud. tall. . He had many names, but when she met him, he had only the one. Those who loved him  called him Able. - but to her he was the first and the only man of the bible. Salt kissed and caressed, Polished rough.Gathered in the rough fabrics of his Sunday best. Hair combed to a straightness.The rest of him out of place. Her in an eager bonnet with long stems of maiden's hair and wattle. And so /Reverend Shoredigan had married them. That had been six months ago, when june was still bright, and the world with it. For six months she had had him, for six months her heart and her mouth had been fed- until a ship ran aground at Al Grueth. 15 men with arms of oaks went to sea to help them. Only 14, minus Able came back. MB