you’re the stone in my shoe carrie… the grit in my eye that mars visio… an itch under skin that can’t be e… a wheeze in the chest a forced con… an answer without question or rati…

you paint your smile like an acrob… a glass tumbler in your hands, a fragile set of circumstances that vapor their way to uncertaint… the melting ice of desperation

seen through the eyes of the deaf the dancer looks bizarre moving odd and jerky like a stick man on pages flipped they understand the need for movem…

red suds foam onto the floor frothy blood spat out in mouthfuls… an extraction that leaves a face t… its repeatedly being slammed in a… red suds foam down my shirt

an emergence into a world where my shiver had been timbered where my barnacles had been bliste… and the pieces of eight pilfered I took so long to walk the plank

you were a storm cloud raging though a calm storm, your electrical eyes venting high you could jump and fly, soar and lift to a thermal glide

I swallowed your version of lies and held on tight to mine, I didn’t think this was the right… to over guild the lily, I’m not sure why you’re paddling u…

I looked up from my phone eyes bleary and adjusting, was it you coming towards me a vision of blue; a dolphin swimmi… dressed in a nurses attire

you moulded me a wax heart and placed a wick through its core… and slowly and over time it burnt… but now it burns no more, its light has been extinguished