Fallout: A Collection of Poems

Fallout: A Collection of Poems


On Sunday Morning I go back down to dad’s house 
To pick up my football kit. First I walk past
An emotional hole in the wall caused by a clash in 
Personalities. Next I sip Aldi pineapple juice from the 
Bottle and wish somebody would tell me to get a glass. 
Memories of normality and that.

As per I have a forced conversation with the man of 
The house. He probably tells me to play well in the 
Match. I probably tell him to have a good day at work.
Walking up the stairs I can’t help but wish for something 
Real. Even arguments and insults are better than just 
Hallway pleasantries and that.
My room don’t shine like it used to. That much is obvious 
To me. The bed is messier than before and the clothes are 
Unfolded on the floor. A monument to my mother’s decision
Last year. As I throw my kit in the sports bag it’s as if I’m taking 
Possessions from another man’s room. A man who’s long gone now

 The result of change and that.

About The Author

Sam Barrowcliffe

I am nineteen years old and will begin studying English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Warwick in September. Since starting at Mouthing Off as Creative Writing Editor, I have written and published a number of short stories and can’t wait to share even more. My favourite genres are horror and science – fiction and I take great inspiration from the likes of Rod Serling, Charlie Kauffman, H.P Lovecraft, Christopher Nolan and Phillip K. Dick. In the future, I hope to follow my dream of becoming a professional screenwriter and novelist, following in the footsteps of my idols. I look forward to publishing even more fiendish tales and I hope people will continue to enjoy reading them, as much as I have writing them!

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