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Forgetting heating water in a pan on the hob

by David Hanlon

Forgetting heating water in a pan on the hob


can be dangerous if left too long and the metal the pan is made of is aluminium not steel.

Some days I’m bubbling and boiling up for hours and not feeling strong enough to contain it.

I melt with the blazing heat and begin to set all that’s around me on fire: and fire spreads like

a plague, like the most gossip-worthy rumours. When I do remember I’m heating it, I use it to

cook food to eat, to survive, but when I don’t the flames flicker with an intense hunger, bite

and snap at everyone and everything around me. And everything I have I burn and everything


I don’t have I burn at a higher degree,

then go back and do the same to everything

I have.

And need,


like cocktail sticks propped between the lower part of the eye and the eye lid,

forces open the eyes to deprivation and I feel the need needing even more. Sitting near the

window I notice the sunlight shining through my closed curtains, then notice the clearness of

stains on them which it has illuminated. I feel the bubbling in my stomach start up, but I keep

telling myself I can use the hot water with soap and clean the stains myself.         


David Hanlon

David Hanlon is from Cardiff, Wales, and currently living in Bristol, England. He has a BA in Film Studies & is training part-time as a counsellor/therapist. You can find his work online in Dirty Paws Poetry Review, Into The Void, Impossible Archetype & The Rising Phoenix Review, among others.

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