Raw and Mouldy – by TEIGE MADDISON

    Daytime sadness frowns you scorning, never finding solace in a good man’s fibres; They’re rare things, raw and in apprehension of their side and the otherside that holds you up in its breaths and heartbeats but strangles you down; fungal python, which you it deciphers, churning your chunks cos you forgot nan’s coconut…