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