As I ran my fingers through your greasy hair

And caressed your freezing thigh with my blistered hand,

I looked into your bloodshot eyes

And felt your chapped lips on my stubbled chin.

As the covers slipped off us

And onto the stained floor,

You looked back at me,

And our eyes met in an awkward embrace.

It was then – in that fleeting moment –

That I realised,


Nothing at all.

Because we were both fucking mortal

And it was 2am.


Author: Jack Taylor

Hey, I'm Jack, a 19 year old English student at the University of Nottingham. Writing goes from creative fiction to serious non-fiction. Hope you enjoy :)

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