Her hip aches with the rub
of steel that invades her,
eye of eye and nightcrawlers of night;
black snakes fall from the trees, slither soundless
and without bones the corridors
are dark dark darkly hidden
yellow hints of nightlight blotched
The rub is endless
& her hip aches still
she looks through
glass and curtain
to the calls of the rabid
rancid flesh seeps onto the carpets
round the clockface she counts
they come in and out
& wears a track
from the comfort
of a stranger, seeking time
tic then tocks
then tic
tic
tic
boom
bang
boom
bedlam crashes into the detox office
sits on the chair
& waits in tremors of the tattooed snake
on his back
in his eye
shadowing his bones
he wrings his hands out to her
like bells of Magdalene
he weeps saltpetre fireballs
smacks dry lips
& utters under his hood
"O' for the love of God, wont somone help me?"
And the whole world
goes up in smoke
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