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by Kenny Mooney

An amber song, that street light glow that shimmers in rain storms, a seedy pornography in colour washes that highlights the edges of a world that should otherwise remain hidden. It picks out the lines and contours of her face, the angles of an idea registered in facial geometry. Such stark planes in monochrome; but in that orange sodium warmth, a heat blurs through from the horizon of her eyes, eating away blackness to reveal something more.

I was never entirely sure if that something was sinister or not. Whatever it was, it was violently alluring. Her eyes became as fists, grabbing my crotch, her face close to mine as her lips bled through red over black. She banished the black and white of her colour… Continue Reading