Emma

Embers burning low, it's been a while, have you nowhere else to go, it's not like you to atone, was it the child, frozen against your bones, might have once been so, but you had more style, wrapped up in the snow, did you raise your brow, told them stuff their fines, you had another show, always one to roam, you had no need to mine, rights you didn't own, now when the cock crows, you sit by the fire, coax a smile into your soul, try to look kind.

Eysha

Etched across my forehead, a wrist enhanced number, some weather the test, her face a sweet mirror, eyes of shocked wonder, looking for hope's glimmer i whisper to myself, is this how we slumber, lying in this shed, worrying over distance, while fire rages through us, have we come to this, days of plagued dread, nights stupid with lovers, because we said yes, a washed sign of death, we watch them walk under, she lays a hand to my chest, others cast asunder.

Eita

If i'm not too late, i'll dance with you, forget what they say, caress you with my whispers, melt you lemon blue, your red and yellow ribbons, beneath fallen archways, you being true, will rue any pain, unlike your little sister, who spies our secret venues, tells your Ma i kissed her, flowers by a winter gate, you hate dull virtue, in lives of great space, please don't hesitate, come with me soon, fly over the shipping lanes, I'll calm the rumours.

Ella

The arc of her time, splices lovely days, adds vodka to her wine, Macy's, the Five and Dime, New York alley ways, she drinks the moonshine, and hangs on the telephone, in a sun that frays, her search for home, to black evening night, where all debt get paid, she follows what's right, they'll let her know, if she delays, cold white stars for bones, she's done no crime, only sits with her gains, smells gently the Limes, down this broken lane. but who brings the fire, / thinking she'll be fine to make her happy ? / she will be happy that sought after light but who brings the fire the kids will arrive, their faces bright, making chocolate Maxima, thinking she'd be fine, vodka leads to ruin, but what is she doing,

Elana

She hates the dull why, the pleadings of reason, sought night after night, but where is the line, when fire turns the seasons, sedated by wine, what rights her thoughts, churn hours her pleading, cloud days her zero, who brings the time, to the walls her keening, when you have the knife, which flower bought, regular as the heating, her angel face caught, the hair spilled fine, beneath the moon’s easel, she sings out her lies, no suggestion of treason.

Ebbie

She wonders if she's right, to cry for the sea, in sought after light, but what is she doing, making chocolate Maxima, worrying about freedom, mulling over wine, cold in the season, thinking she'd be fine, vodka leads to ruin, watching clouds her reason, her eyes frozen prisms, but who brings the fire, to these walls like treacle, when down the line, the kids will arrive, regular as the heating, lilac as the night, their faces bright, to sooth her unease their shouting and fighting, time she can't leave.

Della

What lights up the pain, the sun rise uneven, cars filling up their lanes, i call out your name, with my dawn novena, but nothing is the same, each dance was a trip, but where are my feet, a bar to shake my hips, this fine tired game, provides no beat, just a morning shame, the blonde wooden skips, are stacked like wheat, but where are the ships, can’t there remain, that coming home feeling, you once generated, each green evening.