SNIPER GLUE: the unpopular e-zine of a young Glaswegian writer
a fragment of "Fragment":
and a doorbell rings but it isn’t mine, so i open another bottle, drink in the honey sweet liquid and wait until it brings oblivion, into which the evening and my body will sink. then sleep… and a thousand dreams of golden angels and green fields burning into a darkness filled with twisted shapes and the long-dead faces of people i never knew from old newspapers and photo albums.
posted by Andy