one day
these words are gonna eat me alive
they are creeping up behind my back
baying for blood
depriving me of sleep
wherever I go
they are already waiting for me
in each and every room
on the bench
in the park
on every kerb of cobblestones in the town
curfew does not exist
multiplied
with every adult, child, dog, deer
sidewalks, streets
expressways
everything is bloody interesting
to describe itself
on my behalf
whilst I
merely use one finger
to type
a garnering of random syllables
hopefully with an equivocal meaning
attached to it
cautiously
to suck blood from each
living and dead thing
around me
ready or not
I don’t give a damn
until I put reality into words
watch your steps everyone!
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June – September 2022
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Mescaline Brisset
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