by HLR


It was a sad thing to discover that

the sensation of your lit cigarette burying

its hot head in the pale crook of my arm

was the closest that I’d ever get

to falling in love touching the sun.



HLR (she/her) is a poet, writer and editor from north London. Her work has been widely published, most recently by Punk Noir Magazine and HASH Journal. She is the author of prosetry collection History of Present Complaint (Close to the Bone) and micro-chap Portrait of the Poet as a Hot Mess (Ghost City Press). Twitter: @HLRwriter / www.treacleheart.com


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