They break in every night
through the cracks in my soul
these vandals thieves and robbers
these vermin hoods and trolls
They place my cradle way up high
balanced on a narrow ledge
so as I stir and stretch awake
I feel it tip towards the edge
I can tell they’ve broken in
cos I’m unthreaded and undone
the cloth I wove by day
now just a knot of threads unspun
Untethered and unmoored
I’ve drifted far far out to sea
the solid ground of yesterday
now just a memory
They’ve been in and moved the furniture
so nothing’s in its place
an upturned chair wedged in my chest
a cushion on my face
Their footprints pressed into my flesh
a bluebell wood of bruises
this violet violation
a trampled trail of curses
As the day begins to dawn
I sense them scuttle out the door
The weight of my existence
drops a lift shaft through my core