an old puzzle box
that opens a door to hell
two quid from oxfam

the vile creature writhes

a limbless mass of wet flesh

convulses and spits

i’m not welcome here

i have nowhere else to go

scratching at the door

keep me at arms length

lest we confuse love with love

there’s no going back

air leaks from the room

i reach out to touch your hand

my arm halts, frozen

she tears down the walls

an insatiable hunger

the cityscape looms

i’m not welcome here

i have nowhere else to go

scratching at the door

mosquito bitten

sun-burnt and dehydrated

we trudge through the swamp

i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed

on the radio

you struggle reading adverts

wordplay falling flat

every breath my last

and every step a tightrope

don’t make me do it

the water wont stop

despite how i turn the taps

i found it like this

i’m not welcome here

i have nowhere else to go

scratching at the door

just think about the mold