Refuge

Written by Malvika Hemanth

Cover art by Jessie Walker

 

Sometimes whilst lying down in my room, I

hear footsteps.

Of thick, muscular legs and flat-footed soles. 

During these times, I can see the future or

drift into the past.

But now, as I step outside my refuge, I’m

confronted by these white walls.

Plastered with dancers, of a house on the

riverside and large frangipanis that beam

with vigour.

They crack and squeak in different octaves

and I wonder, is this a new form of

communication?

A medium for those that have travelled to

new places and those that remain confined.

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