Dawn


Dawn

 

 

 

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