Poetry: Selections from Wayne Jermin

Between the Twilight

We walked all night

Holding hands on the beach

Smoking cigarettes and drinking vodka neat

We talked about winning the lottery

and spending the money on shit things

that we didn't really need or want

But having the luxury to say fuck it

and just buying them anyway.

We fantasised about our wedding day

How simple it would be

Who would be there

and more importantly, who wouldn't!

We slow danced in the sand

pretending it was our first dance.

It was a beautiful night

Just us and the stars.

We were lost in each other

For those few hours we were just us.

In love, in awe, in the moment.

And just as we were caught between the twilight and the sunrise

You closed your eyes and slipped away from me.

The Itch

The red splatter pattern on the white snow

is almost therapeutic.

Looking down at the mess I've made

like an inkblot test.

The rage I have created is beautiful

the face under my foot unrecognisable.

I didn't know who he was

frankly I didn't give a fuck.

The excitement of the deed

the art that followed

and the feeling during the act

gives me too much euphoria

to even care what his name was.

He was nothing to me but a drug

that I desired.

An itch that needs scratching.

I left my masterpiece there to be found

For all the world to see.

Wayne Jermin is a writer/poet from Swansea, Wales. He started writing poetry to help with his mental health. It's helped him through some dark times and finds writing  helps his state of mind. Wayne has had work published by Punks Noir, Skyway Journal and SpillWords, amongst others. His debut poetry chapbook, Hang The Sad Pictures was released in September 2021.