Comming Home.
Storey Art.
8/11/22
Comming Home.
Here I stand. There was bullying claims at a school. I couldn’t handle it. I was appalled. “Close your eyes.” This was in Buccleuch Rd. There was a boy crying. And I asked him “What was wrong?” he said his mum had raped him. I said “Fucking hell.” Does that school help you I pointed… He said no and winced, I said “Sorry.” and walked away.
I got home. And I heard the letterbox. It was a flyer to fill out for the community council. I read a little bit and it was asking for opinions about peoples safeties. “Have you heard anything?” I got my pen out and I placed it on the coffee table. “4 lines and you give an opinion.” I thought about that kid I heard yelp outside the school. And I thought well I’ll write about him… I wrote it down. And I put it to the side for tomorrow.
I seen the light by the window and I thought fuck… It’s quite allot im gonna forget im gonna clean. “I believe in you.” I thought whimsically. Dance with the devil. Be yourself forever… And forget. It’s clockwork with these dusters. Tell me this is real.
I thought back to my time at school as I cleaned the dishes… I took my pain out on those. This is not a fucking love song for another. “I got a bicycle, fuck it.” “A memory haunting me.”
Clean!
Clean.
Clean.
This is how the story goes.
It’s all shiny… Forget.
Arran Storey.
Digital Photograph.
6 x 4
Storey Art.
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