The flat on the roundabout

Rachel Ashe

Theres tears collecting in my ears. I smile through my moment of despair and turn to you in bed and say "I have puddles in my ears; there are tears in my ears". You laugh in a sad way and look and at me adoringly. "You should write a poem babe".

"Im going to - there are tears in my ears will be the first line, perhaps it can be added to the poem- this lift stinks like p***" ... (continues)