I travel through space emaciated and grateful, traversing the universe with love and withdrawal, my skin flaring up to remind me I’m mortal. I’m a disgrace but never complacent. I’m happy enough to be my own downfall. – © Sam Hunt, 2018 AdvertisementsRead more "Class Politics"
You are not relatable. All of you with glasses half, a third or quarter full. Your thirst, at any rate, is enviable. To most it’s unfathomable, but a hosepipe ban and rotting in the desert are simply incomparable. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "For Want of Trying"
Mother, I know you’re concerned. I’m doing the worst that I can. With time I’ve turned into a man of self-abandonment, and I know you half-understand. I’m a conclusion you dared not consider. I’m your reflection in your least flattering mirror. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "Courteous"
Death is slow, a journey made from earnest trade-offs that we’ve labelled “trust” and “love”. I tell myself I need to trade again, but I’m out of things to sell. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "Normal People"
My eyes melted while the sky and the city fell. You shone like the apocalypse and I lost you just the same, a world and history up in flames as I extended hell from the confines of my brain. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "Bombing for Peace"
When it rains it pours. My knees are torn like rags as I crawl on all fours towards a never-ending nothing, a perpetual horizon against an ocean of suffering. My bruises fade for a few more days as the rain melts the snow. Next weekend I’ll bruise again, never reaching out for help until […]Read more "Blessed"
Streetlights and shopfronts softly lit the night as we hid in plain sight from the city’s prying eyes and your dreaded distant friends, just so we could kiss as if the world was going to end. I didn’t want to have to hold you under cover of darkness, but I’m loath to admit that it […]Read more "Hometowns and Religious Upbringings"