The world was on top of him

He tied the fringe of his scarf,
wrapped tight around his neck,
into plaits
and chewed his gum
in time with his fingers
until it lost its flavour
and became just a foreign body
in his mouth.
People around him spoke
of a future that was alien to him,
their voices sounding like music.

It was when he saw the Empire State up close that he knew he could only walk so far

He had been quiet,
hoping that silence
was an anecdote to size,
all the while acutely aware
that worlds only grew with time.
Reaching for his dictionary
he looked up the word 'terror'
and laughed without realising.
The sound filled up the room
and left piles of debris
below the window.

It was an effortless sort of love that led them to evening

The sky was chalky with lilac
and the trees glowed green
as they walked in unison,
their arms tied together like rope.
Rain fell and sang patterns
on the ground.

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Stood in blue jeans he thought of forever

He had only climbed the steps in the park,
now covered with a skin of wet orange leaves,
to see beyond where the trees covered
and to remind himself that all he had seen
wasn't everything there was.
His hand held tight to the key in his pocket
belonging to a door he hadn't yet found
and his mind walked somewhere off ahead,
chased by cold evening winds.

Outside a boy and a girl played hopscotch on the road

He sliced the brown envelope
back and forth between his fingers
until it caught on his skin
and tore it clean open,
watched as red oozed from the papercut,
slow at first,
and formed a pool in his palm,
its sting dancing through his inside.
It was an impossible love
that consumed all he was.
He heard the sound of next door's telephone
and counted the rings.
There were seven.

The last time I was there the sun was so hot it burned holes through my t-shirt

It was a day coated purple
when he drove the car towards
the edge of all he could see
and sat as an evening began
without him,
and would undoubtedly
end the same way.
Lights turned white to red
and back again
as hours became night
and October disappeared
for another year.
He smelt Autumn in the air
and it was warm on his face.

For you, who was never aware but continued on

You casually talk my name
and I,
with an ambivalence that was new to me,
painted myself out of a corner
and travelled back to the beginning
without
ever
even
knowing.

No Voice, No Choice on Hastings Online Times

'HOT’s Erica Smith spoke to Zelly Restorick about a short animation she has produced with her friend, Thom Kofoed.  ’NO VOICE, NO CHOICE’ is a film about the export of live animals and their journey.'

Guys, check the article out here. It explains in a little more detail our reasons behind the film and what you can do to help.

Flash

I could barely form words with my tongue
(which felt as though it filled my mouth)
so enamoured was I
by the state of your face.
And so I, embarrassed and out of depth,
merely mumbled your name
as I stumbled
to home
again.