in grey suede heels
Calves tightened taut; one foot
your sculptured form, fine fashioned fettle
whole body stayed
to your battle face
August 24th, 2015
Her veins course formaldehyde, green against paper skin. I flick my lighter; try blind the apparition. Blind – before it skitters across my mind, leaving me gasping, choking, sicking, scrabbling frantic to flush its insect leavings from my memory. She unfurls her legs – crosses one over another, another again and leans in. Burnt. Burnt burning bitter breath.
“Can I get a light?“
August 22nd, 2015
The children opposite me are eating cars, bikes and people. Whole buildings and parks – there’s no escape.
“Columbus is next!”
“The Museum of Natchral Histree tastes sohhh ghood. You shuda had some…”
Hngh. Never tasted a building before.
August 11th, 2015