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i for hours |you for years<\/strong><\/p>\n that night the Pennine air hungered for fresh blood <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mich\u00e9le Beck<\/strong> grew up and lives in Doncaster. She works as a freelance writer and as treasurer for the Ted Hughes Poetry Festival in South Yorkshire.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" i for hours |you for years that night the Pennine air hungered for fresh blood its glacier stung red burn on margins rum rolled over ice and generic indie music played flashbacks break into pieces\u2014 sliding down a window in a kebab shop laughing, stumbling over shoes, him behind me, waking up […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16258","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16258","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16258"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16258\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16259,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16258\/revisions\/16259"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16258"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16258"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nits glacier stung red burn on margins
\nrum rolled over ice and generic indie music played
\nflashbacks break into pieces\u2014
\nsliding down a window in a kebab shop laughing,
\nstumbling over shoes, him behind me, waking up
\nhalf-dressed. I caught the train,
\nwith the night secret stored, broken mind trailing
\npaper promises on unravelling tracks.<\/p>\n