Morning Glory

Insanity clips my eyelids back and I watch the ceiling. His sun comes out at night. Speckled eyelids staring too hard at the sun. I go where the wolves tiptoe into the forest. His sun comes to life. I slip, and slide, sitting down. Settling between his covers. Slipping and sliding and sitting down at the edge. Playground slide of ecstasy, where the ceiling doesn’t feel so close, where I can stare as hard as I like. Count the eyelashes. Count the stars. The alarm never goes off. But, oh, does it ring. The ceiling touches my nose. His sun opens up to wish me good morning and I roll over, pretending to have been asleep this whole time.

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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