8hz

it knows everything

knows where you’re vulnerable

knows all your secrets

rushing toward me

it’s so loud my eardrums burst

i wake in a sweat

staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you

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

she climbs the gutter

a huge knife between her teeth

someone has to pay

i wake up gently

it’s such a beautiful day

i feel very ill

so that’s the story

have i told you this before?

i lose track sometimes

gone before your time

a debt of apology

that cannot be paid

i wont sleep tonight

all i can think of is you

outside the street screams

memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am

mosquito bitten

sun-burnt and dehydrated

we trudge through the swamp

wake up sleepy head

forget the past fifteen years

today is the day

hard day at the office, dear?