Shaking hands
Mouth dry, like sand
Standing, small
Not sure I want a voice at all. Continue reading “Stage Fright”
I Started Running Last Monday
by Bilal Saloo
I started running last Monday, as miserable as it was.
Stood, wearing my cap to keep my hair all back
and black trainers on my feet,
I pulled on a T-shirt from the drawer,
proudly showing it’s folded crease. Continue reading “I Started Running Last Monday”