Molly Dowling is a writer, artist, and musician.
Her work has appeared in Sonder Magazine, and The 2 Metre Review. You can find her @moldowling
The Graveyard Shift
I finish work
skin coated
sweat and grease
from hours stood over
deep fat fryer grill
oil-spat scars
dark outside now
my damp t-shirt
hangs chilly
I unlock my bike
beside Sally Longs
pedal over cobblestone
bumps familiar
bright pub windows
tealights in jars
I go past my old school
yellow walls now blue
I go down narrow lanes
barely
scraping
through I go
to the sea
swerve
down empty roads
lamplit like runways
thin wheels purr
under my weight
whirr of rubber
kissing concrete
I swim
just to feel
sunflower oil washed away by salt
immerse my head
swallowed whole
by freezing black motion
- getting out
the wind feels warm
a lone man passes
with his three dogs
he stops to look
at the feral waves
then back at me
“fair play.”