Gareth Trew
is a 22-year-old Londoner, and perpetually confused. He has been writing for most of his life, but only seriously for the last year or so; he currently has a few publications to his name.
In addition to creative writing, Gareth is also keenly interested in the performing arts, particularly acting.
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When The Sun Sets
Winehouse was right:
it is when the sun
has faded back to black
that these origami defenses—
so carefully made and reinforced
with all musterable willpower—
are reduced to sodden dregs
by a deluge of rain.
Bare before the world again,
I am leapt upon by the day’s
accumulated desertions,
like a man who has come home
from a weekend away
and opens his gate to discover
he forgot to feed the dogs.
I Will Never Forgive You,
never. Not even if your insides
were seeping through your skin
and, with contorted face, distorted voice.
you managed to cry, “Look:
this is how sorry I am!”
Glancing calmly up from
whatever I was writing,
I’d breathe you in and say, “Don’t
get any of your guts
on my side of the house.”
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