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Hedy Hume
Manchester Piccadilly ➡ Wolverhampton
Stepping into the opposing seat
I smile, and the look I receive
Makes me feel the antisocial one.
With oh so many missed connections
It seems that somewhere, somewhen, somehow
Something has gone horribly wrong.
In the darkness of the tunnel we
Stare at nothing – and saying nothing,
(Aside from coughing) nothing goes on.
Hedy Hume is a writer of poetry and fiction who haunts the Irish Sea’s stony shores. Her work has been featured in such publications as Inkandescent Press’ MAINSTREAM and Broken Sleep Books’ Metamorphosis. On Instagram they call her @hedy_the_ghost.
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