every breath my last
and every step a tightrope
don’t make me do it
some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes
you see yourself there
you don’t know how you got there
and yet there you are
it knows everything
knows where you’re vulnerable
knows all your secrets
a confrontation
standing up or staying out
weighing up the cost
a huge chimera
part wolf, part wasp, part human
i’ve named him Eric
one after the next
wake up behind the wheel
the fog is so thick
in a dark forest
a tree trunk spans a ravine
we’re chased to it’s peak
the vile creature writhes
a limbless mass of wet flesh
convulses and spits
a rain-drenched rooftop
my social life has suffered
working as a spy
“will you be the moss?”
i’ll be whatever you want
to stay here like this
unopened letters
vitamin d deficient
the room lit by screens
an old puzzle box
that opens a door to hell
two quid from oxfam