I remember the cold

by Nazaret Ranea

I remember the cold

I remember throwing up

Sugar

And something else.

I remember how you looked

At me with eyes

Full of disgust.

And I remember the door

As it slapped behind your

Steps

It was the brightest blue

I've ever seen.

Born in 1999 in Malaga, Spain, now residing in Edinburgh, Scotland, Nazaret Ranea is an emerging poet recognized as one of Scotland's Next Generation Young Makars. Nazaret is the author of the zine My Men, and is currently working on her debut anthology. She frequently participates in many spoken work events in Scotland, and debuted at the 2023 Fringe festival. You can find out more about Nazaret's work on www.nazaretranea.com