Tuesday, 7 April 2020

The Tunnel 2



Entranced.
Soft 
The foliage
Ferns
Cool the threshold.
Beguiled.
Shadows unfold 
The air
Beneath my feet
Stills
The moment 
Between heartbeats
Dissolve
Soot black the coldness 
Pricks out the light
Time flicks a death star
Regressed
Demure 
Black as the sunk
Engorged by the tread 
Of dancing feet
And the ghost train a-coming
Swallows my breath 
Foreshadowing the little death
Like sex in the wardrobe 
With a drunken lover
The truants reward 
A bath of milk
And a poisoned clasp.


written when i was alive 








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