Tag Archives: Sam Langworth

The C-Word

After taking a bite out of my grandmother’s nose, it withdrew from my close circle. It punctured other spheres. Like a frenzied spray of bullets, its spoilt teeth decimated obscene feasts. And then it reappeared, scampering up the spine of … Continue reading

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A Tube Carriage Named…

A woman is pushed against a transparent screen in a tube carriage. A man slides his hands over her midriff. She claws the skin on his neck with violet nails. Their lips twist into new positions. On the other side … Continue reading

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The Music

‘It’s the music,’ she said. I think she meant real life isn’t like the films, where strings swell and emotion balloons and feelings run and gush like fake rain on a beautiful face. Can words not describe nothing? I’ve heard … Continue reading

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