Someone’s legs dangle down the side of a bed, a yellow skirt sits uncomfortably; a retired fly on the wall limps across a dusty floor, upskirts then up sticks fearing the stick; Someone legs it across dusty floorboards, dangles a carrot, and the fly is no more.
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.