shivers



sunlight, width

of a tooth


is this

the maw to come


full of dark

teeth?


an ink filled cupboard

where something raw

is listening -


i’m sure.


it’s shingle breath

pausing


oh shiverer -


in icy floe of

sheets and twisted cotton

strangle


unaware of what

reaches, of

watchfulness

eating air


bad dream,

rotten digits lean

over -


bad tales

their explicit

misdemeanours


several touches

are panic, are throat-

swirls


under is

coming to

pull beneath


to sour dreaming,

lie asleep in a

frightened shell


dead little doll

full of needle holes

ninth stab, tenth stab

shatters on the rocks below


gasp


and


freefall


real


slow


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