Dystopia
The jackal always invaded her dreams
The places were always set
In readiness for the rest of the pack
To complete her profound disgust at
Layers of explanation
The saddened festivals were near
Dire death was close by
The aeroplane was running late
The helicopter was playing a jig
Xmas came and went
Easter eggs were breaking the scramble
Heart and soul were playing a music
Of devastating mutual regret
The quicksand licked at her heals
She luxuriated in the slime
She thought of Sylvia Plath
Loved her so much more
She scrimmaged in the kitchen
To find the fatal perfume
The sweet smell of death
The Stain
Childhood memory
Frame smiling
Helpless arms
Splashing surrender
Cupboards open
Clothes dying
Blinds shutting
Doors clocking
Awkward blunders
Sexual encounters
Fire burning
Ship scending
Life twisting
Heroin smiling
Needle sharping
Spoon feeding
Lost strangers
Splashing surrender
People coming
People going
Marching orders
Eyes closing
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