Childhood memories
Not sepia, but nicotine-stained
Dents in the sofa filled with piss
Yours, not ours
Driving in the dark
With the headlights off
Carving black marks
On a Sunday night
Sodden sofa slabs
Drying once again over the fire
Caught alight
Firework night
Wet tissue and Sellotape
As a bandage
For children abandoned
In the car with the windows up
Deadbeat dad
Birthdays missed
Decades passed
But a dead wasp still stings
Emma Dakeyne is a writer, graphic designer and obsessive Twin Peaks geek. She lives with her husband and daughter in Bristol, England. She loves clean laundry, a good bedtime story and musing on the mystery of the multiverse.