He came to see me off, my younger brother, or so I though as he extended one leg and twisted round to look at me. I wasn’t expecting to see him, his last words to me were less than kind. I knew his anger came from pain, so I told him I forgave him. That only seemed to make the tears come harder. We are the only two boys in the family. Fourteen sisters, most still living. He’s too young to understand that I need to go where the work is. He got on his bike and silently left me.
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A.M. Mac Habee
A.M. Mac Habee is a non-binary, pansexual, disabled artist and author living and studying in the North East of England since 2017. They have a particular interest in multi-media, interdisciplinary and mixed forms that break with tradition.
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Light of My Life
I never imagined an end when I was forged. When glass was laid into my grooves. When I was transported with the others. Some scuffed, scratched, broke their glass, but I arrived pristine. And I kept it that way for years. No bird dared. That I’d be alone as I lit a dirt road. Kids used this road for school, couples for courting. One man lent on me in a drunken stupor and I bore him up. Then the factory caught fire. At first, I thought I was lucky for my view, then it descended on me. I ended as I began, in the flame.
By A.M. Mac Habee5 years ago in Poets
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