alfie lee writing

malice hurts

even as i turn
around (not looking it swings at me
bobbing his head
always looking down
like a young boxer to instru

malice hurts a
highly charged nothingness
excess which
cannot be captu

when i was a boy
she stood on the chair (next to the open and
i could not
recognise (even today when he raises) his
frightens me malice

frightens me malice


*note to "malice hurts"


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