Edward Romain
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BBC-featured poet | Author of Lost Property | 10.9K+ on Instagram | Writing for the ones who still feel everything.
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The Room That Moved On
I hadn't opened the door in six years. It wasn't because I couldn't. The handle still turned. The hinges still worked. I knew this because I checked sometimes — late at night, when the house went quiet and my hand drifted to the brass knob the way a tongue finds the socket where a tooth used to be. I'd feel it give, feel the door ready to swing open, and then I'd walk away.
By Edward Romain2 months ago in Fiction
Where OUT Still Means Outcast
She lifted her top without ceremony, without shame. I hadn’t asked her to. I’d only asked why she left the refugee camp—where, despite the heat and dust and overcrowding, she could access food, water, and basic medical care. I thought it was a fair question. I thought, perhaps, she would say she was lonely. That she wanted more freedom. I thought I was being kind.
By Edward Romain8 months ago in Pride
