circular logic
you can’t concede to yourself
this isn’t over
i can keep cleaning
but the mould will always win
it will outlive me
a huge chimera
part wolf, part wasp, part human
i’ve named him Eric
unopened letters
vitamin d deficient
the room lit by screens
it was past midnight
the sky filled with UFOs
i’d lost my camera
every breath my last
and every step a tightrope
don’t make me do it
keep me at arms length
lest we confuse love with love
there’s no going back
the plane dips and rocks
the vast desert beneath us
how did i get here?
in a dark forest
a tree trunk spans a ravine
we’re chased to it’s peak
on the radio
you struggle reading adverts
wordplay falling flat
air leaks from the room
i reach out to touch your hand
my arm halts, frozen
he will meet you there
tell you where it all went wrong
and what you must do
some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes