i can time-travel
…i guess its ‘hibernating’
it really works though
the vile creature writhes
a limbless mass of wet flesh
convulses and spits
she climbs the gutter
a huge knife between her teeth
someone has to pay
he will meet you there
tell you where it all went wrong
and what you must do
it knows everything
knows where you’re vulnerable
knows all your secrets
unopened letters
vitamin d deficient
the room lit by screens
she tears down the walls
an insatiable hunger
the cityscape looms
memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am
three pills twice a day
i cant remember your face
i guess i dont mind
i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed
it knows everything
knows where you’re vulnerable
knows all your secrets
i’m in a sitcom
i’m swimming in the harbour
my limbs lose function
memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am