The flat has not yet lost its showroom feel.
The walls are too white, and the sides too bare
to be called homely. Her key lets her in
to where the lights are off and nothing is cooking.
Looking in the fridge, she begins to make dinner
because home is where the food is, right?
She thinks about ringing Mum
when she remembers –
she has nothing new to tell her.
Beth O’Brien is a third-year English Literature student at the University of Birmingham. She has published poems with Foxglove Journal and Nine Muses Poetry, and is a reviewer for Mad Hatters’ Review and Riggwelter. She has also written articles for https://www.sheswanderful.com and the Graduate Recruitment Bureau blog.
